One hand moves to my stomach, the other curving beneath my jaw to tilt my chin this way and that. I can’t move if I want to, and the thought makes m... cream my panties. Men like Leo should not exist outside of books. They’re fantasies. I know what happens next. The hot sex, the (maybe) amazing orgasms. The STDs or cheating or Yes, I’ll call you promises that turn to nothing. It’s the first one that freaks me out enough to pull away. ‘I don’t do this,’ I yell up at him, his hand still on my. Sujata was helpless, as in her mind, she saw herself getting fucked by her son Rohit and all scenes from story were playing in her mind’s screen with she and Rohit fucking , instead of Vanaja and her son Rahul.Finally he shot his warm cum in her ass and they collapsed panting heavily from exertion. As he lay sucking her tit, she affectionately patted her brother’s head, running fingers through his hair.She didn’t get fucked by him before marriage, maybe she had too many cocks to think about. She pushed her red shoulder length hair behind her ear on my side of her profile, revealing black rimmed glasses. My mind was already swimming in schoolmarm fantasies about this broad. Max asked her what she'd be having. "A glass of chardonnay." She said. I didn't suspect that was her drink, but maybe she was trying to impress Mr. Not Quite Here. ***Max brought down another double of Patron. This made four. Only two beers though. Still I should probably start thinking about calling it a night.. Dressed inconspicuously, and wearing enough make-up to sink the Titanic, I arrived early and sat in the back of the bar, close to the restrooms. She arrived, scantily clad in a black vinyl bustier that barely covered her huge, fake breasts, a tiny, pleated black vinyl skirt and matching six inch hooker boots. Her bright purple wig was puffed up in pigtails and as usual, her make-up caused whispers wondering if she was woman or drag queen. I will admit, that question was one that always made.