I had just moved back to the San Fernando Valley in 2000 (previously lived there during the mid-90s) and moved in with a guy that i met from work when...i lived there previously. I was in my mid to late 20s and he was in his mid to late 40s (his name was Tom). Tom was the owner of the house and was looking for a roommate since he just gone through a divorce. He was great guy and the type to help anyone out that he considered to be a friend. He worked for the same contractor (different. ”“So this may seem like a silly question, but how did you get back from that alternate so fast? And why don’t you seem phased by that?” asked Jillian.Joni shrugged and said, “It was a lot longer for me than it was for you. I’d say for me; it was about twelve hours. Lucky that I ran into two smart college guys. They may even be able to give my sisters a run for their money.”“How could that be possible?” asked Sissy.“How did you get here?” asked Joni.“Yeah, I brought Joni here because I thought. It was only six seven steps to the bed, but our bodies dashed with one another in the dark and it thrilled me.Once we seated on our bed, he took my hand and placed it on a warm long hardness. I perceived immediately what it was. I ran my fingers though its length and girth. Its bulbous head smeared a sticky wetness on my palm.‘Ithi neekosaram, ishtamaayanda?’ he said something like that in Telugu. I told him that I could follow only Hindi but to some extend Tamil. Then he repeated it in Hindi,. The more I tried to concentrate solely on the TV, the more I seemed to be become aware of the small queue, indicating I wasn't alone. At one point I detected movement, and I suddenly felt like I was being watched Unable to shake the feeling, I turned my head slightly and my intuition was confirmed. His gaze wasn't discrete, it was painfully obvious that the sight of me jerking off is what he was jerking off to, not the acts on the TV. I wasn't sure how I felt about becoming live porn for.