I chose a Saturday for this purpose as I had a holiday from college an my mother had to go to a conference for the whole day and would be back only at...night. That day I got up late when my mother had left for the conference and was only wearing my underwear and tank top. Suddenly the bell rang and I went to check who had come and was delighted to see that Mansi had come to work. I opened the door and greeted Mansi. She was evidently surprised to see me in my underwear as she gasped an audible. There was an easy way to tell she was getting a lot of pleasure out of listening to him as much as she did rubbing him: her still naked body was pressed against the bottom of his back and he could feel her pussy sliding dripping wet along his waistline. It was a delightful feeling, being able to feel her get more and more aroused pressing against his skin. It was getting more and more difficult to stay lying on his stomach with his cock now fully erect and waiting to thrust deep inside her body. Not after the island changed him. Maybe the fiction he created was true of the selfish man who went on that boat trip five years ago, but not the man he was now. Not now. And he had to continue to pretend to be that man to avoid any suspicion. Right now, having dalliances with women was the best excuse he could come up with as to why he didn't return home several nights of the week. He had the "working on the nightclub" excuse, but that was relatively flimsy and he could only play that card so. She wouldn't go that far but it was John's 18th birthday. It shouldn't end awkwardly. It should remain memorable. Something he will always look back on."Take a seat," emma told him.John hesitated and sat down. He watched the Paramore singer walk to her stereo. His eyes wandered her body. He fixated on her shapely ass. emma looked over her shoulder and caught him staring. She smiled while John blushed."So what music would you like to listen to?" she asked."Paramore?" he responded.emma giggled..