Look, I know this is a lot to process. I'm still working through it myself." "There's not much to work through, Ryan. You were gone, you're back and y...u're leaving again in three weeks. It's a little hard to work a relationship in with that, isn’t it?" Her eyes flashed. "You think it's so easy for me when you're constantly here and gone during the hockey season?" "At least I have a schedule! At least you know when I'll be here or not." "A schedule?" She choked out a laugh. "You think that makes. Mayonnaise dribbled from her bottom lip and Bill stared and chuckled.“What?” she asked with her mouth full.“You swallowed everything that guy gave you yesterday, but you can’t keep it together for a hamburger?”“Better at sucking fat dicks than eating fast food I guess.” Another sizeable chunk disappeared into her mouth.“Right. And hey, I’m the driver, so we go when I’m good and ready.”“You can go, but you know mom and I will have a very interesting conversation when I get home.”Bill grumbled. She started sending me those types of messages. One day I sent her a sex story. Later she texted me that it was great story and she liked it and asked where I got them from?. I told her about Indian sex stories. We started sexting each other and soon our relationship had grown to the next level we use to talk about sex and all. We planned on having sex in my house and was waiting for the opportunity.One day my grandmother told me that she had to go to her village next day because she had some. Nissa's mouth rounded wide and she gasped sharply once she felt him ply apart the moons of her ass with his tongue and nose. She stretched out onto her toes feeling a rough, slow lick between her crack and then a tickling, teasing sensation along and into her anus. He sucked from underneath, his tongue and lips working feverishly at her twinging petals. A stream of wetness ran down her inner leg. Her fingers clutched at the shelf and her eyes squeezed together tightly, her black brows pinching.