........“You’re still looking a bit flushed love, you sure you’re okay?” My mum asked after I was sat at the breakfast table. “Were you argu...ng with Sophie earlier? I could hear a lot of noise,” she continued.“No, we’re fine, just silly girlie stuff.”I saw my mum studying my face, careful girl I thought, she’s not stupid.She told me she was going into town, shopping etc. Then she had some association meeting that would last all afternoon. She’d be home shortly before dinnertime.I washed my. “Okay, enough; I’m going! Hold that thought and we can pick up right where we left off. Fuck, I’ll probably still be hard…”“Oh, I hope so!”When she returned to me, she bent and pressed her lips to mine, pushing her cum-slick tongue into my mouth; there was a time long, long ago – way back the previous day, in fact - when that would have probably freaked me out. Now it was not a big thing, that ship too having weighed anchor, and I sucked at her tongue as I returned the kiss.He finished dressing. Her last boyfriend made her wait too. First she waited for him to ask her out. He was a cute guy in her senior year at college, and he often eyed her, yet never got the nerve to say anything. She knew he liked her. Jimmy, that was his name, always looked her way when he thought she was busy listening to the professor, but she knew. He would watch her, and smile, but he never said anything. Until that day when he finally caught her after class, and she had been waiting 3 months for this. Jimmy. Rohit didn’t say a thing. As Vishal worked on Rohit’s butt, he massaged each buttock in an outward motion. This had the effect of spreading apart Rohit’s buttocks and revealing his asshole. To a gay man that little hole is the prize, the jewel, and Vishal, despite my standing right next to him, couldn’t help staring at Rohit’s exposed butthole. I knew that vivid, enticing hole very well, having had spent much time tonguing it and probing its tight, warm, humid depths with my eager fingers and.