He's married, but an awesome wingman for that reason. This weekend we went downtown and hit the strip. After floating through several bars, we hit one...that was not so loud, not so packed, and the m/f ratio was in our favor. Jamesons were ordered...and the oogling, feigned interest in soccer on TV, and bad jokes began.A few drinks in I had to hit the "Head" and mosied through the crowd, scanning for anything interesting. Near the back, at a table by the hall to the John, I noticed an awesome. (About my home is that it is a big bungalow. With 2 lady servants. My father was a business man and stayed away from home most of time, me mom and the two maid where there in most times). As it was dewali next day the maids where on leave. I entered the house and put on the lights.It was a glorious sight in front of me my mom was there fully drenched in rain. She was wearing a red saree and all her assets where clearly visible. I was in a state of enjoyment and fear. I controlled my self. And. “That would be where we come in. He comes and kicks seven shades of shit out of us, and he’s all sweetness and light after that. Or rats and snails and puppy-dog tails, whichever it is.” We all sort of stared at him for a minute wondering what the hell this last was all about, and he gratefully resumed his forgotten role before eventually wandering off. “Well, it does sound very interesting,” I smarmed, doing a very passable impression of Richard. “You must tell me all about it some time.” “Of. As school went on and tests were looming, you stayed entire nights with Stacey, kissing and touching, doing to each what you only would really save for yourself. It was almost therapeutic. Whatever it was, you wanted it.Around the same time, you suggested that you and Stacey look up some lesbian pornos for “inspiration”; something you would find impossible just a few short months prior! Stacey bashfully admitted to already having a couple of favorites and gladly shared. You were quivering,.