“Over here is the fully stocked wet bar, of course, it will be your responsibility to restock it when the need arises. Oh, by the way, would you car... for a drink?” I said, moving behind the bar.“No, I don’t believe so ... not right now, maybe later, Sandy. Wow, I must say, this place is as advertised, totally something else. And the art, my God, the art’s superb.” He looked at one of the paintings on the walls.“All are from contemporary up and coming artist. That is by...”“Yes,” he broke me. "Yes it is - there is a WNBA game on. Let's watch that." I'm sorry, but the WNBA is not basketball," I said."It's my damn TV, and that's what we're watching. Besides, what do you mean it's not basketball?" Those girls are awful! They are slow, they can't dribble - it's awful. It's not basketball." How can you say that?" I'm sorry, but there are some sports that men are simply superior."Sue asked, "Well, I guess you showed us yesterday that tennis certainly isn't one of those sports that men are. You take my dick out of my pants and take it all into your mouth. You take it deep into your throat and suck real hard. You keep sucking and licking until my milk spills out. You swallow it all without leaving a trace. Then you order me to stop the car. You take my hand and push it under your skirt. You make sure that my fingers go under your panties to touch your the lips of your pussy. You guide my head down between your legs. I use my mouth to locate the lips of your pussy. First I kiss then. Slowly life moved on and I got settled a bit, I came on pay roll with that company, and use to get reasonable money. For me at that time Chinnu was past; it was not that I forgot her but she had less impact on my mood. I use to get few words of information from my mom about her, as my mom was in touch with her mother,I never asked my mom, but I was always keen to hear news from her side, especially of her motherhood. But I never got, even a hint of it. I remember in that span of time I accessed.