He looks at you in the eye, and says. "Thats one sweet sweet pussy dude!!"And then he pulls out, pulls up his shorts and wanders off to the changing r...oms.You are incredulous, and speechless.I see your face staring at my cunt and I slowly come towards you.You manage to stammer.... "I can see his come... its coming out of your ...pussy!!" Yes my darling" I say. "Here, let me feed it to you."And I pull your head into my cunt and feel your lips enclose my fat engorged pussy.And then I push.I push. "Oh, here, I forgot to give this to you." He handed over a glass of wine. "I asked the bartender what you weredrinking."Andrew wore a relatively conservative dark suit and tie. He was quitehandsome. He had dark hair with very slight hints of gray on thetemples. He was tall, probably 6'2" and well built. Not a footballplayer, but someone who looked like he took care of himself by going tothe gym.He continued "I saw you there. I couldn't believe it was you. I'vealways been an admirer. I. For those who dont know me I am Shivang,22 from Mumbai 6’1 in height and a tool of around 6.5″.There has not been much to write about recently as nothing really has turned up so I decided to write a fantasy story just to stay connected to my readers. So the following story is imaginary but with real characters. I’ll try making the story as lively as possible such that it feels real to you all.The protagonist of the story is me Shivang and complementing me is my sister Yashvi and her teacher. ================ A little background would probably help the reader at this point. Sally was… well, a year my junior, we’d grown up together, Sally had been my neighbour from across the street as far back as I could ever remember. As had her deceased husband Bill Parsons. But Bill didn’t live across the street, he lived in the house next door to mine, on the north side of my parents place. Bill and I had been best buddies — as some folks call it — since the year dot. As we had all grown-up.