So I thought I’d make some friends. And since we’re all stuck at home anyway, neighbors are a good place to start,” said Zafar.“Of course, Kan...a! Think of us as your own family. When did you move to Chennai?” inquired my dad.“Yesterday, uncle. I got placed at a company here. I did my college at IIT-B, and here I am,” replied Zafar.My mom suddenly interjected, “IIT ah? That is amazing! I wish this Shreyas also did something as productive in his life. I’m worried about whether he’ll even clear. ” And with that I rammed my cock into her. She clenched then relaxed when I pulled it out and clenched again when I rammed back in. It went on like this for a little while until she got accustomed to my bigger member. ( I know that I said in my last one that I was 6.5”. I had done some pretty heavy jelqing over the year.) After stretching to fit my cock ( 8”x1.5”) she started bouncing back to meet my thrusts. This just drove me crazy….“Damn cuz I’m gonna lose it!” I grunted.“Then fill me with. " That's what I thought." You see, David! We were made for each other."What do I remember about that weekend? Of details few, of the senses much. The sight of Ann laying in my bed, naked and so beautiful, waiting for me. She didn't have the nightgown nor the panties, as she wanted to present herself to me without covering or inhibition. Then there was the way she reacted to my loving. The way I reacted to her need for me, and the need I felt for her. All of these things impressed on my memories. Alongside Duran Duran was Bros, Spandau Ballet, Ultravox, Five Star - namesI was vaguely familiar with, but who belonged to the middle-aged. A woman ina leotard and leg warmers was something called Flashdance.Old fashioned, wooden furniture stood against the walls; a wardrobe, chestof drawers and dressing table - heaped with cosmetics and perfume, hairbrushes and sprays. Girl's clothes littered every surface, not untidily - noscrunched up knickers kicked under the bed (like my room), just.