I had not even worn an outfit of hers. “But that is good,” he added. “Your mom never really liked any of that stuff. When I bought that for her... she just kind of rolled her eyes at me.” “Why didn’t she like it?” I asked him. “She just didn’t like wearing sexy things or doing anything sexual at all for that matter,” he informed me. “I loved your mother so much and I miss her just as much, but she was not this. She was not you.” “I am sorry,” I cried, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks.. An involuntary moan escaped my lips and the next sound I heard shocked me back to reality. A deep voice said "If you think that feels good try this."I whirled around and realized I wasn't alone after all; a large very well built black man emerged from the cloud of steam a couple of rows above me. He had a cock in his hand that closely resembled a roll of summer sausage. It was absolutely huge! "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said with a laugh. I began apologizing and saying I didn't. "Yer on, duc... I mean gov'nor."That said, her mouth promptly absorbed most of my knobby cockhead whilst stroking my shaft with her hand. I distinctly heard her purr like a kitten as she slathered her tongue over my prick, coating it with her saliva."I don't want to spend this way," I told her."I know gov'nor, yer wants to empty it in me arse and that's just ducky with me," and then she cackled with lewd laughter. I assumed it was the use of the word ducky that caused it, but I never bothered. Me: You enjoyed watching it, na?She looked at me and turned her face away in shame.Me: Don’t feel ashamed. I would have done the same if I saw you both making out.She looked at me surprised.Remya: So, are you into lesbian stuff?I nodded.Me: I know you care most about Beena. She is the best person I came across in my life. I will stop this if you want me to. I want what is best for her.Remya looked relieved and surprised at the same time.Beena walked in.Beena: So Remya, you became friends with.