“lets go inside.”me: but I don’t know how to swim. She still held me and swam in. I was scared and forced out of her hand and swam to the other ...ide clanged to a wall projection. She came near me and teased me for being sissy. Then she butterfly stoked around me. Her beautiful boobs raising at each of her stroke.Then my attention was diverted towards the other side. Badi Mausi was scrubbing my mom’s boobs while granny had her hand underwater. My mom was making sexy faces surely her pussy was. Lord knows it isn’t a highly paid profession, but I got by. I have a few regular customers for my massage practice, and I learned early on to offer what my clients wished, to do otherwise was a sure path to failure. So I have served women all my life, and most recently, a few male clients. Now I do prefer the women, but I don’t find the male responses distasteful, so that really wasn’t a problem. But it was to Lee, my wife. One day I came home from the school I teach at. The instant I walked in. Like Isaid, a cricket lover loves to watch the game withother passionate fans.My friends are a diverse group. There are three Indians– Sudharak, a 42 year old, very dark, stoutMaharashtrian man; Kishore a lanky 47-year-old alsofrom Maharashtra; Santosh, a 55-year-old balding fatman from Orissa and Oracle (yes, that is his name), a62-year-old Nigerian. Sudharak has never married and isconsidered a confirmed bachelor. Kishore is divorcedand although Santosh is married with two kids, his. ’ With that Mary held her soaked panties up to my nose and said ‘Smell these!’ Before I could say anything, she reached down and rubbed two fingers between the lips of her pussy. ‘Here taste this!’ she said as she rubbed them against my lips. When I opened my mouth to lick my lips, she slid her fingers deep into my mouth. That was the best smell and taste I had ever experienced in my life. Mary must have known what my reaction was going to be because she took my hand and moved it over onto her.