She said,”Ohh,..Now you are hitting on me eh??,..Mind it you call me didi..”I repiled giggling,”I call you didi but you are not my real didi na,....”,she laughed and said “Naughty boy,..Well..So what do youI understood where this conversation wwas leading to but just to confirm I replied,”Didi,I like all of you..!!”,but she insisted,”Arey not like that re,what do you like in my body??And don’t feel shy to answer,its only you and me here and I will not feel bad whatever your answer might be,”,I. There was a nervous energy. When dinner was over, after a quick discussion about our options for the evening it was decided we would head back to her apartment to exchange "Valentine's gifts". My heart was racing and I thought this would be THE night. We began making out again on the couch right where we had left off a few days before. After about 10 minutes she began touching my cock and balls through my jeans. This was new. A few more minutes passed when she abruptly stood up, without. Once it penetrated me, it was easy riding. I liked having larger objects in my ass but it never quenched my desire for a real cock. I wanted one badly but admit giving up that control of penetration scared me.I had gotten a job through one of my mom's friends. Her husband had been looking for someone to help out with his clothing store located on our town square. It didn't pay well but the hours were flexible with my college classes and I could study during the slower times. The work was easy.. Willie was the rugged type. Julie was small and petite. She seemed to be a bit shy at first, but we all know what a glass or two of wine can do.Willie laid her on one of the beds and was giving her a full massage with scented oils. He started at her feet and slowly moved his way up. When I came in to check on them I poured some of the oil into my hands and rubbed Willie's ass and his balls and really got intense with his manhood. He in turn went into pleasing mode to Julie and she was squirming.