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. His appetite for sex was huge and he was greedy, he was adventurous and he just could not get enough of anything and everything. Yes, he knew that he could have an almost endless supply of black, slave women, but like the Boston hookers, they did not appeal. He needed other things. The forbidden. Just like the one he’d found with Guy that marvellous snowy night all those years ago, but which he could recall as if it was yesterday. *** In the pleasant low eighty degrees temperature of Georgia. Why don't you wear something a little more revealing next time you come by. As I'm laying in bed that night trying to get to sleep I reply the moment in my head. At the time, it just felt awkward to me, but I find myself reminiscing about it and what would have transpired if I'd have acted differently and not brushed him off. I don't call him or come by for a few days. Stocking up on basics likes socks and t-shirts at K-mart, I pass the swimsuit section and see a rack of speedos and stops me in. Once I was looking at the guys cock I could tell it was an older man and it wasn't very hard yet. I reached up and started licking across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my mouth. Before you know I had his cock wrapped around my entire mouth and could feel the strangers cock grow bigger as I sucked and licked along his shaft. My tongue flicked around and across his rock hard cock as the head pushed into the back of my throat. Sitting there behind me was my Bf with his pants off stroking.