I very happily welcomed them. They were all well mannered and were handsome young boys. They were not just my son’s classmates, but they also shared...the room with him in the hostel.Out of the 4, I knew Roshan, already. I had met him when I visited my son, once, after he joined college. Roshan was also from Kerala. I had also talked, over the phone, with his mother, Asha, a few times. Such a sweet and innocent woman she is. Very caring, and full of love for her family, just like me.This was the. .my eager mouth rode her relentlessly to her orgasm, taking her hot, sweet cum down my throat.I kissed her pussy all over, pausing to lick her cum and juices oozing from her and making her squeal softly and jump a little with every little kiss...every little lick...every little suck.Baby slipped her hands under my arms and pulled me to her mouth. Our lips pressed together and our tongues fucked amidst soft sweet whimpers.Our legs intertwined and we both ended up with thighs against. ”Emma’s mind was racing. She tried thinking of any excuse to justify or get out of her current situation. The only thing she could muster was “well.. I.. I have class in twenty minutes. I can’t be late.”“You worry too much,” Mark said as he pressed her against the nearest desk.It was all a blur. Emma couldn’t remember anything except the sensation. She thought she could take him. She thought it would be no problem. She was wrong.Emma had no idea how much time had passed or how long the boy had. However, there was something about this guy – perhaps his greying hair or perhaps his gentle voice – that made her pay attention. “You’re absolutely correct,” she replied. “I can’t fit everything on the trolley. I can lift the bed and mattress, but the wardrobe is just too heavy for me.” “My name’s David,” he said. “I’ve been watching you for five minutes while you were trying to figure out what to do. I’m no Einstein, but I have a solution. I’m only buying a table, so I have plenty of room..