"I just couldn't sleep."I'll bet, Chris thought. It must be hard to sleep with a stranger fucking you all night. You can probably still feel his cock ...n your pussy right now, he thought angrily."What's wrong?" his mother asked."I didn't say anything was wrong." No, but your face does."He opened his mouth but no words came out. He was about to confront her, but he couldn't find the words. When he saw the sad look in his mother's eyes, everything left him. Suddenly he was no longer angry... just. He answered, “Yes, a couple of times at gloryholes. You are right; a mouth is a mouth.” I asked, “Is a sexy girl with a big, hard cock a turn on for you?”Quickly he stated, “I am not gay or anything like that.”I responded, “That’s not what I asked. I know Vicki turns you on. Wait until you see what she’s packing. I know you have a big dick, but hers might be bigger than yours.” With that statement, his expression changed. I struck a chord. He was all in. I was about to show off the poker skills. For this I apologize, but time was pressing.I proceeded to take full advantage of my car, traveling to Montauk armed with only a single piece of information: a name. I arrived to this charming fishing village and I imagine I made a bit of a scene, asking every person I came across if they knew of you. I started with the art galleries in town, and then moved to some of the other establishments along the main street. It seemed a strange dream, that no one should know of you.At last, I had some. Then starts the real story; a maid used to come to my friends house to clean. Her name was Kamla. She was average built lady around 35 years from Bihar. She was not that attractive. Her boobs hung loose since she wouldn’t wear any bra. I never had any intentions to get close to her. She used to do all the work and take away the leftovers from the house. My friend used to tease her and used to fondle her breast and press his prick on her ass. All she would say was “kya kar rahe ho bhaiyya” and.