It was so great to see everybody again. I have to be honest though, the highlight of the weekend was the trip back - and I'm not talking about the bus...ride either!Well, as you can imagine, people were posting away … the reunion. Some of the pictures I saw of me after the fact would really shock you. You know how conservative I am (yeah right!). Well lo and behold, the pictures caught the attention of a friend of mine, Waadi. Waadi graduated the year before me, but we kept in contact online. She looked up at me with those glittering eyes and asked, "Does this feel good?" I groaned and bit out "Oh yeah."Her head went back down and I could feel her throat muscles tickling the tip of my rod as she deep throated me. She was the best head I ever got. She kept sucking for like ten minutes. All I could hear were her groans and slurping as she took my dick all the way down her throat. Her hands strayed downwards to play with my balls. I put one hand down her shirt and this time she didn't. ”“Nobody has asked to see it otherwise, apart from formalities like that?”“No, none.”“Exactly. With so many couples not even bothering to formally marry nowadays, most people would feel embarrassed to ask for that proof. Thus, our own form of marriage works for us, and with the legal change of name, our children have birth certificates apparently saying they were born legitimate. It is a legal fiction, but quite acceptable. The father of one of the other girls is a lawyer and he says it is. In my case, my partner is my amma (mother). My father died and left behind a very young beautiful widow. Although my amma has overcome the financial problem by starting tailoring job, there is something still missing from her life. A life partner that she deserves, someone who would love her emotionally, physically, sexually while she is in her best years of life. As a son, I was there to emotionally support her, but sexually? Till a couple of months ago, I wouldn’t even think of doing such.