“Uh, yeah.” Was my glib reply as I fumbled for my cell phone, hitting speed dial and waiting patiently for my mom to answer. It didn’t take long...to settle. In fact, my mother sounded grateful to have me out of the house for once on a Friday evening. “As long as it’s okay with Stacy’s parents, Christina.” “They said it’s okay, Mrs. Cooper!” Stacy interjected, listening intently to our conversation. And so, it was settled. I’d stop home, pack an overnight bag, and then we’d catch the bus to my. We got to this "back room" and my clothes were peeled off.I remember hanging back in a hammock or something and looking at the tracklights in the ceiling, hearing voices and feeling hands tweak my nipples,grabbing my ass, spreading my cheeks and playing with my hole.Even in my inebriated state, I knew something wasn't right, but couldn'thelp moaning as I felt the anonymous hands playing with my pleasure center."I'm first muthafuckas!" I heard Hector say and felt that huge uncut headstart to. Being the dirty horny man he was Sasurji’s hands found their way to those magnificent 34 D breasts “ Isthis ok Sasurji. I am you bahu” checked Puja. “ I am just showing you what effect your body has on other men” said Sasurji and started pinching her nipples.“Why are your nipples getting so hard bahu, I have to teach your body to resist its dirty urges” said Sasurji with a nasty smile. Puja still innocent pondered the confusion of controlling her urges and also enjoying Sasurji’s touch.By now. Now moving onto the story. It involves my colleague Celina (name changed).She had joined our company a few months ago. She is her in the ’30s and good looking. She has wheat complexion and pretty voluptuous. I slowly became good friends with her. Our friendship grew strong with time. She slowly started to tell about the problems in her married life.Her husband tried to do a few businesses and ended up losing a lot of money. So all of the household expenses were taken care of by Celina. She was.