Mom started breathing heavily and got restless. Pappu uncle started unhooking mom’s blouse. The blouse open from the front, but as the hooks were no... opening Pappu uncle grabbed the blouse and tore open the hooks and moms tight juicy round fair boobs popped out like ripe queen size mangoes, Pappu uncle looked at those for a few seconds like a confused boy in a topless bar, then he buried his mouth in them, kissing, biting the nipples, licking, smooching, fondling, he simply could not have. Crazy and stuff. I just ... I just got mad because my boyfriend admitted to having a crush on Sonja. I dumped him, but now I just feel silly. I should have invited Sonja to join us in bed, not broken up with Greg. Now all I want to do is fuck and get fucked! I want to run naked down the street and let a dozen men gang-bang me or a dozen women use me, too! I want to take on the whole diner and all staff, all patrons, everyone! I want to suck Mr. Lysander’s dick while Greg plunders Sonja right in. She's then head down and ass raised straight up. A fistful of her hair in my hand, my hand across her throat, she begs for me to pull hard as I stand above her and piledrive her pussy, giving her as much as I can physically muster. But not being the most muscular people in the world we eventually tire and take a break from trying to fuck each other senseless. A little bit of an upset stomach mixed with all the moving, plus concerns over her boyfriend dropping by the house force us to take a. I wanted to know how I was doing. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could kick her out. I imagined a scoreboard floating over her. It reminded me of the one at the end of the football field. One of the many different attributes marked was for her ride toward orgasm. It wasn’t a bar graph, but a percentile. I assumed I had to make her reach one hundred to achieve victory and focused on getting there as quickly as possible.I needed her to let my hands go, but then I realized that she must have.