Per usual, I was drained by that kind of mental exertion, and then I was exploding, pumping my cum deep into Mrs. Robinson's belly, and at last we all...chugged to a stop. At least I'd learned how to avoid passing out myself.Marissa got up off of Mrs. Robinson's face, finally allowing her to breathe more deeply. Mrs. Robinson looked surprised to see Gabrielle.Gabrielle blushed and repeated her comment about Forbes."Right, right." Mrs. Robinson moved to get dressed and then stepped over to the. We applied oil and started on his shoulders and back with long “Swedish” style strokes for a good 10 minutes. I was trying to mirror Helen as we moved on to his legs and thighs. Helen then drizzled some oil on his butt and we both rubbed his backside, occasionally teasing his inner thighs. She moved on to his crack and the sensitive zone between balls and ass. I reached down further between his legs and, watching all the while, saw the tip of his cock peer out as he got hard. I applied a little. She took her bags and got out of the train. At a distance, she saw Rahul waiving and coming towards her.Rahul reached over and said “Aunty Welcome to Bangalore how was the travel?”I smiled and followed him.Rahul was tall and handsome. He was wearing a t-shirt and a 3/4 trouser.Was fair and no moustache. He very much looked like a student even now.They took an auto rickshaw and reached their home in about 30 minutes. They lived in a rented house.Neema came to the hall and smiled and showed Bhanu. It was two in the morning. Andy was sound asleep on one side of the bed. Betty was in the middle, curled in a little ball, asleep. I had told Mom to send Betty to my bed. Obviously, she had. I pulled back the sheets, took Betty’s ankles in each hand and pulled her to the edge of the bed.“What? What?” she said, startled, as she tried to awaken.“Come on, sis. Training time.”She put her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the living room and lay her in front of the fireplace. Its embers were.