Appozhum entey andey tannittillayirunnu, athu mundintey munpil oru tentpoley pongey ninnu. ammaye avidathey mundu mateyappol pamp puratteykku chadey, ...nintey tannilleda onnu poyittum` ammayee avattil pidichu kondu anganey chodechu, yanekkakey nanam vanu. `nee mutranokkey ozhichitu veetileykku vaa, ninney onnu padeppikkanundu` enu paranjukondu ammayee avarudey veetileykku poyee. njan pono vendayo enna confusionilayee, enthayalum varunnaduthuvachu kanam enu vicharichu njan ammayeedey veetileykku. She gave me the look, indicating that I should get my coat and shoes on, and rather then make things more uncomfortable then they already were, I went along with it. It wasn’t until we were nestled onto the ‘number two’ bus, leading onto Spring Garden Road, that I gained the nerve to establish some sort of conversation. ‘So, (I paused for a brief second) where are we going?’ She didn’t say anything for a minute, causing me to think that she hadn’t heard me. Just as I was about to repeat myself,. The band played some New Orleans Jazz music. When the dance music started I took you in my arms onto the dance floor. I was murmuring sweet nothings in your ears and through the sarong knot I could feel your bare mound. We went back to our table and the man who I had watched finger fucking you came over and asked you to dance. You clung to him and I could see your breasts through the gaps in your T shirt. You had your legs around him and I could see glimpses of your mound through your sarong. Like my pussy....and began to suck him hard. His cockhead had mushroomed until it filled my mouth. Maybe an inch of cockmeat was inside me...the rest was all tender, juicy, fat cockhead. I twisted my head back and forth like a fish on a hook, pumping him with my obscenely distended mouth, my lips just a thin, tight line of flesh. My breathing was labored and my nostrils flared as I worked on the huge cockflesh. Lewd, wet slurping sounds escaped my lips with each suck, sounding like a pussy.