It had a sour taste but I didn't complain. I watched as he got out pulling his pants up and started walking towards the front of the store.Momma got i... and we left 7-Eleven. In just over an hour I had sex with three different men and earned over $200. Momma kept smiling at me through the rear view mirror and I was glad that she was in a good mood."You did good, honey, really good." She began. I wasn't sure how I should be feeling but that somehow made me feel better. "You hungry?" I nodded.. She went in, and was back after 10 mins. She handed me her hubby’s clothes. I said, please you too change soon. She said, soo caring of u. Then I changed and came back to find her standing there itself. I asked her then she said, i will first dry my hairs then I will change. I was like ok. But she was looking so sexy that I was burning with desire from the inside.Then she caught her saree pleats, and was shaking it a bit. She looked so fucking hot while doing that, that I decided to fuck her. I think we were both pretty much done with studying at this point, so the books didn’t come out. Instead, we lounged on the couch and chatted. The conversation came just as easily as before and eventually the subject made its way over to music. I listen to just about everything, jazz, classical, pop, classic rock, you name it. But I have a special place in my heart for girls with good voices, twangy rock, and British pop tarts. She gave me no end of shit about all three with special emphasis on. Her room is dark, but she doesn’t turn on the lights. Instead, she moves across her room and lights some candles beside her bed. I stand there speechlessly not knowing what to do while she undresses, her shadow against the wall. She then returns to me wearing a dark red camisole with a matching thong and stockings.I begin kissing her again deeply as she tears at my clothes like an animal. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. She doesn't seem delicate. I carry her over to her.