That having been done, Zeenat and I left our son at Zeenat’s sister on a Saturday and arrived at Mrs. Ansari’s place on the address given to me ov...r the phone. It was an upscale area of the city where the rich and trendy usually lived. We were seated in a tastefully decorated guest room by a servant, and soon greeted by a woman probably in her late forties, a little plump, her complexion on the dark side.But she had a nice smile and certainly knew how to present herself. She was well educated. "Dot's Diner?" she asked."Sure."We drove in silence, though my head slowly began to feel better. After coffee and juice at the diner, I even began to feel human. Sharon was looking better, too. I decided to go ahead and order food, confident I could keep it down."So," I said when our pancakes arrived, "about last night..." The pictures really aren't a problem, Joe." That's not what I was going to ask about." I paused to put my fork down. "After, when you ... caught me, you said you didn't want. I stripped down and sat on the towel naked. Jordan did the same, sitting facing me. We started making out. It didn’t take long before Jordan was feeling up my tits. We kissed his way across my neck down my chest and then made love to my tits with his tongue and lips. It felt delightful when he tried to suckle at my breast. My pussy gushed as he did it.Jordan kissed his way across my belly and then gave me the licking he promised before dinner. His tongue explored my hole, drenched my slot as he. He wasn't able to hold back for very long because of my young cunt being so tight and he pulled out and spread my ass cheeks apart with his hand and squirted his hot cum onto my asshole. I felt so nasty, yet so good at the same time. I was unsure as to whether or not it would always hurt, but he told me I'd get used to it. The same thing he told me the first time he fucked me up the ass about six months after that. Yes, six months had passed and he was fucking me any chance he could get.