The sun had set, the snowflakes floated like milkweed on the light breeze. They stood quietly, until Faith had enough nostalgia. ‘C’mon Holder, I...��ve got dinner in the Crock Pot.’ ‘I’ll be there in a minute. I want to put on some dry clothes.’ On his way back to Faith’s house, Bill decided he liked being called ‘Holder’. The way she said it sounded like ‘hold her’ and conjured up a pleasant image. The more time he spent with Faith the more attracted he felt. ‘This is an attraction of. Her one inch nipple was fully in my mouth and was biting it with my teeth and lips. After sometime I lifted her saree and put my hand inside the panty. It was bushy and wet. Caught hold of her tiny clit and started pulling and rubbing it and inserted my middle finger and started stroking it. I said, “Lakshmi take my cock in your mouth”. She was waiting for it, I believe. She just kneeled down on the soil lifting her saree (not to spoil it) and took my pennies in her mouth. She was not used to. Finally, Marguerite yelled, “How could he do this to me?”Shuana stood and said, “Time for me to get in there. The tears are about to begin.”As the others chuckled, Shuana went into the kitchen finding Marguerite at the table crying over the magazine. With tears running down her face, Marguerite read aloud, “The greatness of a private chef is measured in how well they serve their employers. It isn’t the great recipes that matter, but the pleasure that the food brings. Her food always brings me. Jay and I had a similar discussion when we first moved in together. Come on, realistically, when are we likely to get our first chance of a nice stiff cock? This week? This month? This year? We're all still virgins’ right? If we're lucky we might be able to find someone to fuck us by the time we're 16 or 17. We all have raging sex hormones flooding through our bodies with nothing but our fingers to do something about it. So, accepting that none of us are gay and we all need to get our rocks.