”“Coming right up,” I said as I sashayed away, hoping he was getting a good look at my spectacular ass.I came back with a mug and the coffee pot... “So, where are y’all from?” I asked, praying he was a local boy.“I’m a student at Bob Jones University. But I don’t live on campus. I live with my Meemaw a couple of blocks from there. It seemed silly to spend money on room and board when I can literally walk to school. Plus, I’m all Meemaw has. I couldn’t leave her.”Oh, fuck, major red flag. This guy. I had wanted to see that glance in person for a long time, just maybe not under these circumstances...I figured that even if she managed to be worse than him, he would walk away with an extra ten dollars and I would continue my conversation with her. Win, win in my book. So I said, "Don't worry Christina, if you lose I'm still gonna have fun watching."The first reaction I got was one of confusion, obviously processing that this stranger just called her by her name. It was immediately. . Us ne kaha “bahar nikal”.. Wo palat gai aur lund mu may le k chusne lagi aur tattay dabane lagi… Mai bohat zor se farigh hua… “ahahahhhh…. Behanchod madarchod maa ki chut… Harami randi yeeee leee ahahhhhhh….wo sab pee gai… Phir apne mammaon pe wo maal thook k mere baal pakar k usay chatwaya aur phir kiss kar ke sab khilaya… Uff… Maine kaha… “tu kitni gandi hai…”!! Wo boli “sex ka maza isi may hai jaanu…”!! Maine kaha acha randi… “mera peshab piay gi”??? Us ne thora socha phir kaha… Bhosri k. After all he had just watched me cum all over myself. I took in a deep breath and decided, with a new found confidence to introduce myself, and pretend like it never happened. After all, if this man was the ground keeper then I would have to talk to him at some point. I opened the beautiful French glass doors and stepped out onto the patio where he was resting in the shade from having moved the lawn. I walked over to him confidently with my tits bouncing and my black hair swaying. He was.