It was a melancholy tune and matched my mood, from the melancholy start my mood went downhill, until eventually I just put the guitar away and lay bac... on the bed.There was a soft knock on my door, and Dad walked in. Dad never walked into my bedroom.He sat down on the edge of my bed.“So, son, your girlfriend went away for eight weeks, are you going to spend the next eight weeks locked away up here playing dirges, or are you going to get on with your life as well. You’ve got a week of Julius. I want to find out if we’re really compatible,” she said softly.“Okay ... I mean ... I understand. Now ... let’s try and figure out how we can find some privacy,” I stumbled.“My family has a little place over the garage that we use for guests. It’s private and I just happen to have the key. Does that give you any ideas?” she smirked.“Shall we go?” I quickly asked.“That is the idea,” she smiled, opening the door and getting out.I was less than a second behind her. I hadn’t had sex for some time,. It was there that I saw her, she was a year younger and wore a sky blue tight top and black faded jeans with slim fit and though I didn’t want to I couldn’t stop staring at her booties. Those firm but small boobs, and the barely visible laces of her bra which could be made out from the back coz of her tight top, and then her round tight ass and her white panty which sometimes became visible as she bent, throughout the train journey I was looking at her and imagining her naked.I still didn’t. I started licking and sucking his balls.All this made my pussy wet, and I’ve been blowing him for at least 15 minutes. He then shouted, “Rohitha baby, I am about to come. I want you to please drink my cum.” Then he cummed a huge load of white cream in my mouth. I didn’t waste a single drop of it. I drank it completely.He hugged me tightly gave me a lip kiss. He told me that, every day, same time as today, I have to give him the same treatment as today. He pressed my boob so hard while going. He.