She said that she was in the mid way when the rain started that’s why she couldn’t get back home and came here. I thought to leave but it was rain...ng heavily so I decided to wait till it slows down so I also sat on the chair beside her.I was again staring at her and caught me this time and asked me dat “why do u stare at me so often?” I had no answer. She said “come on, say na, I ll not say anything” I was again silent. But this time she got angry and shouted that ” if you will not speak up den. ”“So I guess we have to have sex now?”“I gotta go pee first.”“Better hurry up. Here come the descriptions.”“Hurry? Why?”“Hope you can hold it. All action is about to come to a grinding halt for about twenty minutes.”Dan was a middle-aged man weighing 197 pounds and measuring 5’11” when standing up straight, or 5’10.5” when slouched a little. He was a caucasian. He had brown eyes. He liked drinking beer. He watched football on TV on the weekends. He was wearing a white undershirt that was maybe. She left smilingly and after she had gone I pulled up my shorts. I tried but could not sleep afterward. The feeling of Mother's hand on my cock and the feel of her breasts were heady stuff to a eighteen-year-old boy. I refused to sleep. I wanted to go back to her at midnight for more. Despite my resolve I think I must have fallen asleep as father coming home at about 11.30 awaked me. He crashed around a bit before going to bed. I waited for another half an hour then crept to mother's room. The. ” Chris said soothingly. “Close your eyes” I obeyed and closed my eyes as he put on the blindfold. I was about to be fucked by my gay roommate. And I was going to love every minute of it. Meanwhile, I had been lying on the bed for 5 minutes; I hear the door open and close. Chris? Who else is there?” I asked.“Baby it’s only me. Calm down.”“Then why did I hear the door open?”“It was the closet door and I was getting dressed. Calm down baby.”“Alright” I had relaxed again, waiting for Chris to do.