My mother had lost her mind in my opinion, my father was just trying to hold on to whatever marriage he might have left. “Who cares,” she screamed...back at him. “Stay at a fucking hotel for all I care, or even better go stay with your mother.” My mother slammed the door to the bedroom and I knew that she was done for the night. This was the part where she would take whatever pills she had prescribed to her for bogus reasons, down a glass of scotch and pass out. It was just like every night. With a growl, he pulls your head back and looks down at you as his cock throbs almost angrily in front of your face."Fuck me," he commands.You grin and nod, standing up and undoing your own pants. He turns around and leans against the wall, sticking his ass out eagerly. There's a bottle of lube in the nightstand, but that's behind a locked door. You could try to loosen him up with your fingers, but the look he gives over his shoulder is one of immediate need.So you press into him slowly, with. She has a perky little nose and when she looks at me, it is with her head down; she peeks at me out of the tops of her eyes, and smiles. It is flirtatious and maddening.The spring of Maria's senior year, I had a garage sale out of the garage in the front of my house. Maria's mom and Maria came to it, Maria in a low cut top that revealed everything but her areola. She was eighteen and absolutely stunning. She could model if she wanted. Her skin was perfection and all her features made her up as. I have seen her pictures which were so damn beautiful especially in saree pics at the dhandiya function.I texted her and complimented on the pics. She also complimented me in return saying that I look good in person than in the photos. We started texting. We were almost texting for three hours. I started flirting her and she replied naughtily for every message. I messaged her that I want to see your beautiful face again so please come out at 9:30 in the night for once. She teased me for a while.