It was strange; Ana always kept the bed neatly every morning before leaving…Upon closer inspection I could see a very huge white stain in the middle...of the sheets. I was not hard to figure out it was a cum stain, just that.I had been outside for a long full week and I had often told my sweet babe that I did not mind if she decided to take a stud in my place.But Anita always had given me the same old line: that she did not need anyone but me; saying I was endowed enough for her tight cunt,. Drinking alone at my local sports bar. 6 beers in, a stunning women with dark brown hair walks in. Shes wearing a black dress high heels, and a choker. Obviously im checking her out and c cup chest, but in my head i know shed never go for a guy like me, im tall bearded, chubby and have a pony tail... think louise ck but with pony tail. Compared to her looking like seline from underworld... i stood no chance, for so i thought.I ask the bartender for another beer, as she gets it for me, who would. What can I say now.”I spoke:“Ammijaan, what other difference do you find in my cock and Abbajaan’s cock.”Ammijaan:“Ahmed! apart from your big size than your father, I see that unlike your father, you also love keeping your genitals clean shaved.”Me :“Ammijaan! If Abbajaan don’t keep it shaved, then who else like it shaved? As you said “you also” .Ammijaan felt shy and lowering her face said in a whisper tone,“Ahmed, I myself love it shaved.”I jumped with joy and taking the opportunity, joyfully. That made me feel a little regretful, but I liked the way Phil was touching me."Ever fucked around on him before?" Never."His hand moved away from my breast and went down my stomach, all the way down to my thigh, then inside my knee. The skirt I was wearing was tight, so it was impossible for me to open my legs very far. "Let me get this off," I said."Nah, plenty of time for that later," Phil said. He stood up and took my hand, led me to the middle of the floor. "Kneel down," he said. I knelt.