I stroked his dark arms. “Doing okay,” I said with a sense of unsureness.“Enjoying the show?” he asked.“Yeah, petty hot,” still trying to ...igure out who this mystery man was.“You remember me?” he asked, letting me know that we did indeed meet at some point.“Your voice sounds familiar but can’t recall exactly who you are.” He loosened his grip enough for me to turn around, and I recognized him immediately as the dark skinned, quiet, chubby bald guy at the club whose cock I sucked. “Oh yes! Wow,. She and her family moved in and lived down the street from my family.She and I became friends when her family moved into our town in July. My mother was the ultimate ‘Welcome Wagon’ even though there wasn’t one in our town. Mother was at their door before the moving van left. Of course, being a mother, she volunteered me to help move furniture and other assorted brawn required tasks.I didn’t dare say no, because ‘when momma speaks, gods listen’ so I ended up assembling furniture (beds, shelves. He is that second person I had sex with. He was also a well built guy with masculine body and colour fair and height 6 inches. He used to look at me lustfully and I noticed that.I told Rohit about the same but he didnt paid much attention because Lucky was his friend. Everyone at the gym knew that I and Rohit are a couple. Once I and Rohit went for the late night show of a movie. I hope you understand why? Rohit was in denims and shirt while I was wearing a shirt with a short denim. In between. I am not sure how much time passes as we sit there with you idly trailing your fingers along my neck every now and then. I am daydreaming and content waiting at your feet because I know you have important things to do. Eventually, I hear you place your laptop on the side table and say the word “Zipper”. Licking my lips, I jump around quickly to be facing you looking you straight in the eyes. I slowly reach my thin fingers up to undo the button on your jeans and pull your zipper down. Reaching.