He was living with his mom alone. He father was a banker in solapur.Every time when I used to visit his home, aunty used to offer me something to eat....ops I forgot 2 give her description. She was having great maintained body n a fair complexion. I never had wrong intension about her until that doom day.Cutting all this crap.I guess I should start the story…As usual one day I visited Kaustubhs home in evening. As he went for his tuitions, aunty asked me to wait for him n he will be home soon.. The dam’s floodgates were opening, yes they wanted to open but I did not want it to end. But, alas I was at the crescendo of my orgasm & finally I came.She gulped the first spurt of my orgasm and then took my cock and made me cover her neck, face, moth and finally her hairs. I collapsed on her naked body with my cum all over her mouth & face & hugged her tightly. ‘I have always wanted to feel the hot juices of a man coming on my face, my ears, mouth and my body’ she said ‘but my husband does. She stumbled from her room and through the short hallway. Rubbing some warmth into her chilled arms, Angela walked to her front door and looked through the peephole. Her ex-boyfriend, Nick Jameson was standing there. He banged on the door again. Startled, Angela fell back onto the floor. ‘I know you’re here, com out and play with ‘ole Nicky, you little bitch.’ Nick screamed through the door. Banging again, he mumbled something else, and then kicked the door. ‘I’m going to kick your fucking door. ’ After he left, I crossed to the window again. Across the harbor, a 747 was taking off from Logan. In my mind, it was heading west. I had initially submitted to Brad to preserve my career, now that very submission was jeopardizing what it had been intended to save. But in the meantime, values had shifted. I was addicted. Obsessed. I didn’t know the right word. And I didn’t know addicted to what. The sex? The submission? For although it was always extremely sexual, there wasn’t always sex per.