I got up from Vinay’s lap and Vinay asked me to bring cake from the fridge. I walked few steps then realized that my pussy juices must have drenched...the nightie. Too late, I tried to cover up turned and saw them ogling at the wet spot. I was helpless as my pussy was in overdrive and continued to pump out juices by buckets. When I bent at fridge to take out the cake I heard Vikas moaning ” Vinay, I can’t hold longer, see those tight ass cheeks man. I just want to spread her cheeks and shove it.. Does that take a lot of time away from your studies?’ ‘Nah. I’m pretty smart. I keep up with the stuff pretty easily.’ And I can recognize a segue, though it was pretty smooth. ‘You’re fortunate. Some people here have to work very hard to do well.’ ‘Thanks.’ When was he going to mention my breathtaking beauty? I had never been on any kind of date where the guy didn’t almost wax poetic over it unless he was tripping over his tongue. What was wrong with this guy? ‘If I’m talking too much just. It was simply called the milkman.I jokingly said, "Is that erotic fiction?" To which she gave me a funny look and said, "What would make you think it was an erotic book," she asked."You know the milkman did it type of thing," I replied."Nope, I'm not following you." You know the old saying? If your son or daughter doesn't look like the father, people say they are probably the milkman's." Oh, really, I have never heard that. Why the milkman's?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.Then it. If I didn't know better I would swear I was being possessed by my father's mother at that moment. She was an unabashed druid priestess, in a time when it wasn't hip and New Age, until the day she died some two years before I was born. That benediction was the last thing I remember saying to my two best friends before I ran home to my dad's voice.We left for a hotel the same day our stuff left. We spent the night in a Holiday Inn somewhere off I-95 in Maryland before catching a flight out of.