"Where are you, hon?"It was their usual greeting. She'd ask and he'd answer as he always did. "I'm not home, that's for sure." She knew he couldn't sa.... But if he ever answered in any other way, she'd know that he was in trouble, somewhere.The relief on her face was clear. "Well, Merry Christmas, again, you crusty old Navy dog," she laughed. "Here's the kids."He talked with Jamie, Christy, and Lana – aged 10, 7, and 5 respectively – all girls. He chuckled a bit at the thought of what was. Nice to finally know your name. Glad you decided to call me,” she said very calmly “How are you?”“I... I... I am doing ok,” I said sort of stuttering. Clearing my throat, I then asked, “Why did you want me to call you? Did I mess up and give you the wrong amount of gas or something?” I asked while thinking that was a dumb question. 'There I go being a dweeb again.'She laughed and said, “No. You did it right. I just thought we could talk and maybe get to know each other. You seemed like a nice. I was deprived of sleep and food, moreover involved in lengthiest sexual activity ever. In the evening my dad and broleft.I was hungry and wanted something to eat. I was not in amood of cooking so I went out to a restaurant and before even I could order Ilost control and fell on the floor due to general tiredness. There one manhelped me get up gave some water and told he would take me to his home since heis a doctor. I tried to figure out his face and found that he was Raaban. Raabanwas the man. “That feels so good, Sushi.” I had never called her Sushi before, but the name seemed to fit–more of a slut’s name, and easier to say. “Sushi … that’s good … that’s so good … suck my cock …” “It tastes good,” she mumbled, her mouth filled. “You’re gonna make me cum soon, slut … I’m gonna spurt in your mouth ..tumhara munh mein jharane wala hoon Sushila..” She eased my cock gently out of her mouth, touching it just with her lips. “I almost don’t want to,” she panted. “I want to suck your cock.