....fucking....great.....cocksucker!" Each word was timed with a spurt of cum. I am sure it was as obvious to the new guy watching us as it was to me ...hat Jay was cumming. My mouth was pretty full of his salty tasting seed. I looked upwards to Jay's face as much as his grip on my head would allow. "Swallow it, pussyboy!" A wide grin spread across his face as I drank down his cum while his friend watched. I knew my face was red, not only from the exertions of the long blow job, but from. I noticed that if mom was doing something and Dad went past her he’d lightly touch her – on her arm or shoulder or cheek or wherever – and Mom would do the same. To me, these didn’t seem to be sexy sorts of touches but touches of love. I noticed this because I never saw that happen, or at least not very often, with my friends’ parents.“Maybe ‘cause they didn’t really have any other family, they just did it to remind one other that they were together. I think they were really, really deeply in. I thought that she might not be interested so I also let it go. But the next day, as I checked my WhatsApp, there was her msg: Ok, suppose we meet, do you have a place??Me: Ya babe, I can arrange here in Bhopal.P: no no, can’t come to Bhopal. Can’t you come to Indore??Me: I can but we will have to book a nice hotel.. are you ok with that??P: hmm… it should be safe, bass.Me: don’t worry babe, will book a nice one!!So, we decided the date. I went to Indore and booked a room in a good 4-star. “I’m not a miracle worker. I’ve just written down what so many other loving husbands out there want their wives to enjoy.”He raised his glass, and as I felt my nerves and heartbeat come back to earth, I followed his lead as we clinked our glasses.Just as I thought things would return to a more normal conversation, Brandon again touched my shoulder and then with a sleight of hand another piece of paper appeared, as if by magic.“Pete, if you and Sue ever want to do any of the things on that list,.