Our tryst with the most beautiful day came, when I invited Ravi for breakfast the next morning. Revathi, my mom, had just finished bathing. With semi-...et black blouse and fragrance of her warm, fresh body had already made Ravi very hard, and I stroked it under the table as a token of encouragement. While she served us dosas, Ravi lust on her and I, lusted her for Ravi’s sake. As planned, I pretended cricket practice and left home (only to sneak in with my key minute later). The moments I missed. Once she was out of the cage, there was no way I was stopping her. Tessa pushed me on the table and got on my lap. I could feel the heat coming out of her. Our tongues wrestled this time, rougher. Then my horny classmate girl set her gaze on my bulge and looked in to my eyes with a devious smile as she grabbed it again and unzipped my pants.Tessa slid her hand in and pulled it out. Her hands were soft but her grip was hard. She held on to it like her life was on it. And every stroke she did. Agita and I are well- acquainted. Bosom buddies.”“Itʼs not Mr. Agita, Both of us are well-known to that dapper devil -- itʼs Mr. Money Iʼm talking about.”“So ... all of our study, all of the late night work in a certain paddock, all of the math ... we decide we donʼt need to go out of the way to give a public nod to Mr. Stud, in fact the sireʼs real name never appears on any paper which may fall into the hands of the everyday bettor -- the Joe Dunno -- god bless him and all his kin. So it is. Her voice just spoke perfect English, without the slightest hint of an accent.A cold thrill of fright grips my already fibrillating heart. The missing sensation and obtuse geometry of the positioning of my arm become all too clear in but a scant second. There is only one impossible conclusion. Desperately, and instinctively, I reach for were my morning erection should be. There is nothing there but a flat void punctuated by the moistening sex of a young woman. The upper part of my arm can.