We both stared at each one…He was a black man but his skin was not so dark. He smiled as he guessed my mind, saying he was Moroccan. The guy was my ...ge, but much bigger, stronger and muscled than me.He said in his deep voice that he loved my bald head; but he added than now he wanted to fuck me in the ass… my tight white ass…His very dark dick was rock hard and it looked even bigger than a while before, when I had sucked it through the glory hole.I begged him mercy, since he was going to ruin. Veg n non-veg. Then she was traveling to Delhi for 2 days. She was putting up at her mom’s place, but we could meet up for lunch on one of the days. We order for vodka initially and the interaction happened. While talking the touching happened and we landed up sitting next to each other and holding hands for a while.Nothing happened, we departed and she left for Mumbai. Texting converted to sexting. And we started sharing desires, the colors we wear inside, anything and everything connected. I reciprocated allowing her skin tight leggings to fall to the floor revealing her matching Royal blue thong.We fell onto the bed, my hands caressing her erect nipples, and hers exploring the inside of my CKs. She tugged them off and began sucking my cock, giving me my very first blow job, caressing the short length of my dick like and experienced porn star. I fumbled to remove her thong – it had been so long that I was out of practice. She lay on her back legs bent at the knees so that I could. There was someone I still needed to talk toeven though I wasn't sure she could even hear what I was saying. I had tomeet my inspiration and say a few words that had been lingering in my mindfor the past few weeks. I had the name of the cemetery where she was buriedfrom the obituary clipping, so I went off again for the one final journey inthis saga. The cemetery was very spacious with finely manicured lawns. It seemed abit ironic that the grass could grow in so many peaceful layers of.