" Quinlan smiled at Bryce.Bryce blushed and turned his head away. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I honestly don't know, man. I just can't stop." Q...inlan grabbed Bryce's arms and held them down above his head. "You feel too good." Quinlan slid his hand under the smaller boy's damp shirt and pinched his nipple. Bryce sucked in air with the sudden sensation of having his friend's thin, long fingers tweak at his nipple. Quinlan pulled slightly at the smaller boy's bud, causing a high pitched. “Arranged marriage na?”“Hmmm”“Vanshiqa is a nice name” I said“Just the name?” she smiled, her eyes wide.“No, no” I stammered “everything about you.”She told me she wasn’t a Gujarati but was from ….. in Bihar, at present returning from relatives in Kolkata. We were talking in whispers like young lovers but formally. But slowly we started talking more frankly and she told me of her early marriage, her unexciting life, her dull husband, dull not simply in a physical sense. She had an M.Sc. degree. Thodi der baad dadaji bole, “Maaf karna. Ye tum logon ke beech ki baat hai. Main bas chahta hu ki tum dono khush raho.”Maine muskura kar unhein dekha aur boli, “Haan dadaji. Jo aap soch rahe hain. Dev ne mujhe uske baare mein bhi bataya hai.” Ye sun dadaji muskuraye aur uth ke jate jate bole, “Chalo achchha hai. Tum dono rishte ko sach ki binah pe bana rahe ho ye achhi baat hai.”Fir dadaji mere kamre se chale gaye. Shaam ko main taiyaar hoke Dev ke office chali gayi. Main office ke raste mein. With my left hand I stretched her pussy wide to reveal the wet entrance and stuck the end of my knob in. She came alive again, put her arms round my neck and pulled me straight onto her now super erect nipples.A second later and I was deep inside her, totally up to my balls in wet horny American pussy. She raised herself up and down slowly at first and I got into the rhythm as well. She got quicker and quicker and I grabbed her bum cheeks and spread them wide. "Fuck you are good and your dick.