Just as I thought I was about to lose control of myself again, the man stopped finger-fucking my bottom and stood up. As the urgency in me subsided an... I was about to beg him to continue, I heard the sound of a zip being lowered behind me and then a bulbous knob pressing against my bum hole. Before I could make any protest, with a single forward thrust the man buried his massive cock head deep inside me. He then began rhythmically fucking my poor hole, in and out, in and out, almost pulling out. “Bhaiya, have it while it’s still warm”, she pointed to the food as I was lost in admiration of her cleavage. Her redolence spiked my pheromones and intrigued me to rip her salwar off and dig my nose in her butt. Instead, with a formal smile of approval, I started having my food. “Done with your lunch?”, I enquired.“Nahi abhi toh bohot kaam baaki hai”. I insisted her to eat first, with me. Hungry, she hurried into the kitchen, got her plate and sat on the sofa runner. I didn’t want a too. .. sexually active this week as that reputation might have led me to believe." 'Sexually active'?" I dunno. From the stories A.D. told, I half-believed you'd show up and with one look, make me go weak in the knees and find myself unable to resist bending over and inviting you to ravage me. I thought you might wind up cruising through a bunch of parties all week seducing my friends left and right, adding notches to your belt."I frowned. "Exactly what kind of stories has Adrienne TOLD you?"She. It was obvious to any observer that it resembled a woman languorously lying with her legs wide open and he asked the easily defended question of whether or not that sort of imagery was used in American films. Cat rose to the bait and replied yes, trains roaring out with smoke spewing, as well as rockets blasting off. She had now upped the ante, challenging him to respond.Over the next month the chats became increasingly sexual in nature, Cat and Fred almost challenging each other to be more.