Is there anyoneyou are starting to have fantasies about? A special girlfriend?" Mom, I'm not into that." No? Most boys are by your age. It's OK. You c...n tell me anything."She looked into my eyes with concern. "This is OK whatever you answer.You said pictures of girls don't excite sexually. Is that right?I nodded silently."Well then, I need to ask if pictures of boys give you a tingle?" Mom! I am not gay." I had never used that word around her before, but Iknew what it meant. This conversation. You’re Southern, so Yank still doesn’t sound right to your ears, but you know my meaning. Quincy gives me my warm fuzzies, but Harvey makes me feel safe. You each bring something special to the table, you see. I got a London barkeep for a husband, one who reminds me of Bob fucking Hoskins, has that whole ‘salt of the earth’ quality. A regular, working-class bloke. The sort that my lot has fucked over far too many times. At least when I screw you, love, you’ll enjoy it! I’ve long wanted to give. Before I could put it into reverse, Logan came running into the parking lot in his boxer-briefs. He slammed his body into the door “It’s not what you think!” I opened the door.“He’s a friend of mine who got drunk so I told him he could sleep on my couch. He answered the door like an idiot because he’s drunk.”“Then why was he naked and sweating!?” I cried.“Because he’s drunk! I swear to the god you don’t even believe in that I did not do anything with him. He’s just wasted and I couldn’t let him. I held her waist and helped her move. Amit slept next to me and started licking my nipples. Till that moment, I did not know how nipple sucking felt like. She was going wild and moaning and breathing heavily.Amit was sucking my nipples like I were his wife. Both these acts were giving me great satisfaction. I closed my eyes. It was that pleasurable. After a few minutes, Manisha went on top of Amit and started riding him. She was sweating heavily and was enjoying it.I climbed on top of the bed.