Sharmila, who is my best friend Rajesh’s mom, to take care of my dinner arrangement for the night. Sharmila aunty told my mom to send me over to her...place and that I could stay over at her place for the night . After my parents left, I showed up at my friend’s house in the afternoon. I and Rajesh spent most of our time playing Counter Strike on LAN or watching TV.In the evening Rajesh’ mom came home from work and came in to check on us. Sharmila aunty was around 45 years old. She was a short. She wrapped an arm around his neck, fucking his wet mouth with her little tongue, pressing, rolling, and sliding her breasts hard against his chest.When he caught the aroma floating upward from the wetness between her baby-soft thighs, his adrenaline surged, his erection hardened, and his hunger for her consumed him.He would hurt her to have her if necessary.Their slippery wetness covered large portions of their naked bodies.With his arms under her thighs and his hands spread across her ass he. She said okay I would love to see what you do but I understand. I looked at her and said tell you what I will leave my bedroom door open a little and if you want to watch be real quiet and look in the door but you have to be quiet. We sat around for a little bit and I heard the car door so I said okay in your room and she went and closed the door and my friend walked inside. He checked out my outfit and smiled and said damn I sure missed your sweet ass. He took off his pants and his cock was. ”“Shit, Alex…that’s what I wear all the time. It’s the cheapest lip gloss at the drug store, but I love the taste…”“And I loved that smell. Before I knew your name, you were Strawberries in my mind.”“And?”“And how can I want anything but to hold you now too, Strawberries?”“If you get to call me Strawberries, I get to call you Dude.”“Deal.”“So we’re good? We’ve both got shit. And none of that shit matters right now, okay? You call me Strawberries, or Julia, whatever is good, and I’ll call you.