“Help me test the phones and we’ll see.”“Yay, Mr Johnson!”“But only for a couple of hours.” I said, knowing that I was definitely walkin... into temptation.“Oh don’t worry. I’m supposed to be unpacking boxes. My mom’s getting annoyed, but it’s all we do every night after dinner and I can’t do it all day long.”My wireless phones worked at the Robert’s pool and so did my laptop. I would be able to take care of at least minor problems from the pool. Only one came in and it was an easy talk. Describing myself I am 18 years old living in Mumbai. I have a 7-inch thick cock. Further details would be discussed with the interested people.Telling you about my maasi . She’s in her mid 30’s right now with a very attracting figure. She is not married(says she is not interested). Fair skin and tough complex. I had often seen men ogling at her and my kind of liked it Coming to the story which happened about 2 years ago, I was the only child at my mother’s family as maasi never wanted to get. Maybe fear. Now she was leaving. Leaving."Son, we'd better go now, too," Dad said with his hand on my shoulder. We were just one of the many families who had come to give the Gordons a tearful send-off. Tears weren't all. They were streaming down my cheeks and I couldn't breathe. I kept taking short little gasps of air, not able to get enough air to fill my lungs. My whole body was trembling. I'd kissed both girls tenderly and hugged them to me."We'll make it work somehow," I'd said. I'd even. We sort of talked about nothing for maybe ten minutes. Chatting further about our kids, our work, movies, but not about sex, not about my breasts or his dick or my cunt.I thought about how he’d rammed his cock down my throat and concluded that I couldn’t totally fault him. I was usually more prepared for that, it was some sort of internal fucking mechanism that guys had to push themselves in deeper when they came. I must be out of practice. Stupid COVID. He sure came a lot.At first, I figured.