Phir mein bed par late gaya abhi tak bhi mein mamta ko buri nazar se dekh raha tha.Meine bedsheet lapet li tabhi sath wali aunty aa gayi rasoi ka kuch...saman lene.Shop band ho gayi thi unko chini chaiye thi.Mujhe dekar boli vinod to jaldi so gaya mamta boli ha vinod ki tabiyet thik nahi hai.Phir woh chali gayi.Mein uth gaya aur peshab kar kesone aagaya.Mamta boli vinod hum kuch der bate karte hai.Mein uske sath bait gaya.Mein janata tha woh mujhe se nahi balki mere lund ko dekhna chahati. He walked in. Jeans hugging his tight ass, shirt showing off his magnificent chest muscles, just as I remembered him. With the cocky attitude I recalled too well he waved some USB stick at me, looked at me and spat out, "On your knees bitch!"I laughed in his face, so sure he was trying to play an old game and hoping I would go along with it. As much as I desired to get on my knees just to humour him, I worried about giving him the wrong vibe. There was absolutely no way I was going to suck,. He wasn’t ripped with muscles, but he was toned.Chris was in awe for a few minutes when finally Michael said “ Dude, what are you staring at!”“Nothing.” quickly replied Chris.They had sat down, and Chris’s parents would be gone for the weekend, so they plopped on the couch with a couple of beers. Chris was 6 feet, and about 187 pounds. He played football, so he was really muscular, and he got a lot of hot girls. But he recently became bi-curious, and beat off frequently thinking about. Her nipples started getting hard so I played with them while we made out. I remember the feeling of her tongue and mine dancing on one another. The way her body responded in short gasps. This was our second night together at the hotel after not being with one another in almost 2 months so I was taking my time. I tweaked her nipples gently, playing with them and teasing them with my thumb and pointer. I kissed down her neck slowly to her collarbone. I gently nibbled on it for a moment before.