”“You sing Mozart?”She laughed, “Only very badly. But all that talk about historic authenticity.”“They do have a point, don’t they?”�...A bit of one, but then they turn right around and have blonde Jesus. They haven’t a leg to stand on.”I laughed and she continued glaring at someone only she could see. “It’s culture that belongs to anyone who loves it. Including me. Whether they like it or not, I’m part of western culture too. I’m just not the default. Why shouldn’t I be?”“The default.”“Yes, like. It exposed her slim but hefty thick thighs and her bust on top. I used to sit in front of her and she would bend over the table to study as her chair was a bit high. That was the time when I enjoy myself watching that soft and squeezy cleavage of hers.Now because of Riya, I had a reason to go to Saranya aunty too. Before, with the fear of her husband, Saranya aunty insisted me not to come to her house. Instead, she only used to come when nobody was there at her home to have that erotic fun with. He's a white guy a little taller than me and bout 220 pounds but cut like he works out or something.As u both walk into the living room i smile nervously and say "hey". We chit chat for bout 30 mins all of us throwing little sexual comments out there. Until finally i break the ice: "forgive me if im being to eager but can i please suck ur cock? All ive thought about since u walked in was how that big cock would taste and feel in my mouth" him: "i thought ud never ask" he slides his shorts and. ” ”For what?” I asked. He rolled his eyes. “You know…” He then looked away and leaned against the kitchen table. He sighed and threw is hands in the air. “I don’t know what happened.” ”Nothing happened,” I said, still grumpy. ”That’s not exactly true now, is it?” His eyes met mine and I felt a bit sorry for him. Clearly, his conscious was torturing him. ”It bothers you, hm?” He nodded. ”Because of my mother?” We both made sure our voices were soft. Their bedroom was on the third floor of the.