His big cock was thick and hard, and the brief glimpse of it burned in my mind. Over the past few days I had convinced myself that the previous weeken... was a one time event, a daring diversion fulfilling a long held fantasy that was now satisfied. Trace sucking on me was one thing, my cock was worthy of the attention, and it was an act that fit my type A personality. My reciprocation could not and should not be expected. But as I felt his warm mouth once more on my balls, I found myself. Today the 20 year old, musky, long haired Safina was looking very good to my lustful eyes. I watched her tight ass move in her orange shalwar kamiz (shalwar is a pair of baggy trousers and kamiz is a long shirt) as I closed the door to my 4th floor Clifton apartment.Nida sat herself down, and making herself at home; ordered Safina to put the shopping bags in the kitchen and put the shopping away in the cupboards.Nida was about 31 or 32. Slightly taller then me, with a well maintained figure of. However, when I got back home, I was home alone again. My mother was still in Brussels, to sign her new contract and to check the place where she would be living until she found something of her own. And my sister, well she had decided to stay with our dad for a day. My mother and sister would return home tomorrow the earliest.So, here I was again, naked and alone at my soon to be ex-residential. Because I had nothing else to do, I already started with putting the things of my mum in boxes. We. During the drive back I’d just about managed to work it out and get my head under control.“But ... I thought you two would get married, if anything, or you’d marry, you know, someone older.”“Well I still could,” I smiled, “but I’m not going to. You two can be a married couple renting a room now, as far as the outside world is concerned; or an engaged couple at least. I can be the noble, tolerant landlord saving two lesbians in love. So we can live together, in our new house, and I can still be.