I panted and let the post-orgasm euphoria run around me for a few more minutes while she poured two glasses and handed me one. I sat up and was about ...o sip when she said, “Here’s to art… and correct exposure.” Our glasses clinked and we watched each other take a big drink of the cool wine. Elena took my glass back from me and placed it on the table with hers. Then she snuggled next to me and sighed. “Feeling better?” “Feeling incredible.” I confessed. “That was… just amazing.” “Good. I’m glad. I didn’t answer the call, afraid of what I would do or say. I knew there was a chance Kevin would hate me for this, but I felt I had to weather this part of the storm myself. ‘Why don’t you call him?’ ‘Mother!’ ‘Why not, Melanie?’ she asked with that sort of dismissive, but matronly, tone. ‘You’re a modern woman. It’s okay for you to call boys now.’ I rolled my eyes. I really wanted to call Kevin back. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. She didn’t say anything else about Kevin. I waited a moment to see if she was going to continue and then replied. "Um ... Hello. My name is Jason. As for the staying, that would be up to the old man behind the bar. I haven't really thought that far."The girl seemed upset for a moment but then started with another rapid-fire speech. "Oh, but you must stay. Everyone was saying that it was the best food served here since Grandma Nellie died three years ago. Grandpa tries, but he's not a cook. Besides, you are cute. You can do so much. You. So till June, there was no development in real fucking and I was exchanging pictures mainly.I got 1 top with whom I was chatting a lot to finalize our meeting. One day I got a mail from a guy named Arjun. We exchanged emails and pictures. He turned out to be a bottom. But his ass was so lovely that I made my mind to fuck him. To be honest his butts look sexier than my wife’s butts. My wife is dusky whereas Arjun was fair and his butts look like a porn star. But suddenly he disappeared and I was.