I loved it. Anyway, I was dressed in a pink workout tank withblack tights and pink running shoes. I had my hair (which I had letgrow out) in a ponyt...il. I was on the pole, which I set up in my attic,dancing to "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls. I was spinning around thepole when I saw Claire standing in the doorway. She looked like she hadjust seen a ghost. I didn't know what to say at first, but somethinginside me finally just clicked and I told her everything. Claire satthere in shock,. Neenu pant vippi lungi maarchukuntuntee, aame vooraga chudasagindhi, thana paita thappinchindhi, rendu balisina sallu egathannukuni, loopali budipelu poduchukunnayi, neenu kooda naa underwear kooda theesi pakka petti padukunanu, aame vaipu thirigi, kaasepatki aame cheera mookalivaraku Leepukuni eedhoo gillukunnattu chesi alagee vadhiilindhi, ippudu aame thellaty thodalu kanipisthunnai, naaloo theeyaga modda saluputhuntee, cheeththoo pisukkuntunteee, choosi navvindhi, kaavalani neenu naa baaru. I closed my lips around the shaft and began to suck and lick at it, sliding my tongue around the rim of his helmet, knowing how sensitive that area could be. Now that Rosemary had already had one lot of cum from him, I didn’t feel guilty about having some myself. Besides, judging from the way she was pointing her phone directly at his cock as I slurped away at it, she was happy about it as well.Having already ejaculated once that afternoon, all three guys were lasting really well, and my thighs. It lasted longer than I expected. Neither wanted it to end. Don’t get me wrong. It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It was six months ago. At first a lot of flirting, then sexy online conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become.