Me:- ok.ok .fine bye.Nazia :-bye call me tomorrow morning..bye.Usane call cut kar diya, mujhe laga ye chance bhi gaya,aagale morning Nazia ya ka 7am k... call aaya, morning 7.30 college ka timeing he, “bahar ghumane chale”, usane pucha, mene kaha ok,”But where” , usane bola tum chaho udhar mene usako juhu beach ka idea di. vo raji ho gayi,”mere man meto usako ghar le ja kar usaki gand marane ka tha lekin yek galati hone par puri setting karab ho jati to me sochane laga usakoKaise raji karu mene. Hmmmmmmmm. Oh, fuck me. Yes, fuck me good." It got hot and heavy after that. I kept her pinned down and back and forth I went fucking her as hard as I could. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and squeezing hard. The moaning grew louder and her dirty talk got more explicit by the minute. . And yes, it is just as effective as she says,” I responded bitterly.“You sound angry, Aaron. Do you need the bowl now to cool you off??” Jess inquired, eyes narrowed to slits. I responded immediately.“No, Ma’am! It’ll go down, I’m sure.”“Do I need to put a cock ring on you to ensure you don’t climax?” Jess asked threateningly.“No! No, Ma’am, I’ll be good, I swear!” I was almost frantic by that point.Jess frowned at me. “Hmm ... I don’t know...”Emma spoke before Jess could say anything. I enjoyed every moment I spent with her, but my jaws would drop if ever her husband, daughter, or son would troop in and disturb our lively conversations.It was not long though that mobile numbers (of Anita and I) were exchanged. The intimacy had just become better. Text messages followed one after the other. The usual “his”, “hellos”, “good mornings”, “good evenings” and “good nights – sweet dreams” became a routine. Again, ideas were exchanged; one-liners were sent and received.