I close the door with a sigh and immediately poor myself a drink. As the expensive rum splashes in the bottom of the glass, I hope it is enough to hel... me sleep. The 18 year old rum goes down smoothly as it disappears in two gulps.Morning comes and I'm still fuming. I get up and have my standard 2-3 cups off coffee and start cleaning up the mess from the previous evening. There wasn't much to clean up, although end up doing a deep cleaning trying to keep my mind off of Kendra. I have received. I may have to try the zipper on you one day but I'm getting ahead of myself.I've done a lot of soul searching, trying to figure out what I want for the rest of my life and I believe I've reached conclusions that will work for me in the long run. What is still unknown at this time is your reaction and Michelle's. I have a pretty good idea that you'll go along with what I have in mind but the big question mark is Michelle.Your actions to my leaving played a huge part in my decision. Keeping the. “35” she said meekly, once she stopped giggling.“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.“You heard me. I’m 35 years old.”“Then there’s nothing wrong in calling you aunty.” I winked at her.“You!” Bhagya scooted closer to me and started slapping on my thighs playfully.“Oww… ok ok, what do I call you then?” I asked her, blocking my thighs with my hands, and interlocking my fingers in hers.“Just call me ‘Bhagya'”“Okay, Bhagya aunty.” I said, winking at her mischievously.“You naughty!” Bhagya pounced on. We alternated days giving each other blowjobs because after cumming, we would lose the desire to blow the other, but as he began to realize how much I loved sucking on his cock and eating his cum, he gradually became less and less interested in blowing me when it came to be his turn, suggesting that I blow him instead since I obviously loved doing it so much and that he would do me the next time. I would instantly agree as I eagerly welcomed every opportunity to get his cock back into my.