My dick was still hard. Amy moved over and Beth got in position. Beth had a different techniquethan Amy, and the contrast felt exquisite. Instead of j...st pumping my cock up and down with her soft fingers she would give it a little twist. She built the speed up evenly so by the time she got to about the tenth stroke, my cock was begging for more. I looked up at the ceiling. I was going to cum, again. I could feel my balls start to tighten once more. "Nnnnnng". Another load of cum shot out of my. The ice-cold liquid gurgled down his throat.He heard a car coming down the dirt and gravel the road behind him. It stopped, and a door opened and closed. The breeze was coming from that direction and he smelled her before he saw her. The power of that fragrance, her fragrance, caused his stomach to knot. Mike always found her fragrance intoxicating if not actually addicting. It didn't matter what perfume she wore, or if she wore nothing at all — there was always her scent.He drained the bottle. Did she prefer men to women? Or was it just an aversion to Cyndi. Kathy countered by asking me if I preferred Cyndi to Carl. Or was it that I preferred women to men. I said that sometimes I did and sometimes I did not. Kathy then said that she actually fantasized about me being with Cyndi and how the encounter would have played out. Just then, the timer on the dryer sounded and Kathy said, your clothes are ready if you are. I told her that I wanted to know how she fantasized the encounter would. I Hope you’ll enjoy the story. This happened around 15 years back. I belong to a Punjabi family in Delhi. My family was a joint family comprising of my grandparents my mom and dad. This story is about my mom who was in her late twenties at that time, and I was seven or eight years old. My mother’s name is Neeta.She is typically a Punjabi woman with fair complexion, long hair, jet black eyes and good figure. She is around 5’6 in height and has round ass and killing boobs, with dark brown.