I refused to divulge my plan of action since I did not have any. The return journey to Mumbai from there was fun again. All cocks were hard, and I suc...ed and got fucked in the car.My heart was beating fast when I pressed the buzzer of Anita’s apartment. Anita opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see us. She hugged us and invited us in.Her hubby, son, daughter were playing carrom, sitting on the floor. She introduced me, and they said Hi. I could feel Anita’s hubby’s eyes roving over. I admitted that Idid swallow it, since a true slut must complete the oral action tocompletion. Some of the men only had a small amount, but others must nothave had sexual release for several months since they did eject copiousamounts that required me to swallow several times least it leaked out ofmy mouth. I also admitted that even though it was very humiliating, Ifelt a sense of feminine accomplishment being able to satisfy them socompletely.We chatted well past 10 PM, which at that time we. I freeze, my eyes remain closed in hopes it is Carrie, who has joined me in the tub.My one hand still holds the balls filled with cum, the other is wrapped around a now softening shaft. The pounding of my heart increases as the quiet moments pass. There is movement now, whoever it is, and I hope it is my wife, comes closer. Keeping my eyes closed, the ear plugs to my iPod are removed. Opening my eyes, I am hoping to see Carrie, instead it's Marcy who stands before me. Her skin covered in bubble. Back then, the Cleavers, Ward, June, Wally, and little Beaver were a pretty happy bunch. So weren’t the Nelsons, Ozzie, Harriet, Dave, and Rickie. Depression was spoken only of in the padded rooms of mental hospitals just before they gave you electric shock therapy or a lobotomy. ‘How do you feel now, Mr. Blue?’ ‘Huh? Where am I? Who are you? Who am I?’ ‘Great! He’s not depressed anymore. Next!’ Boy, am I so glad I wasn’t depressed back then. Kathy’s Mom allowed me up to her daughter’s room. I.