”My cock was wilted and out of her by now as I hugged and kissed her. “Yasmin, neither of us owns you. We are your friends, not your owners. It is...completely your choice whether or not you continue to have us as your lovers and also what you do or don’t do with Antonio. All I ask is that you make choices wisely and carefully.”There were tears in her eyes as she kissed me and we snuggled together to sleep.Two nights later she got home very late after going out with Antonio. As she got under the. Thereafter, I started coming late once or twice a week and every time I faced similar situation. It continued for quite some time. As the execution started I also started getting occupied and at times I used to come later than my senior.As we used to have dinner together (although my food was served by guest house), in the dining table bhabi used to complain a lot as her husband was unable to give time and also complaining about me for coming late regularly. My senior said that he would be. They were redder and greener than I remembered. I saw daffodils and tulips getting ready to bloom. And people. Nearly everyone I met was clearly visible, though some were a little more muted than others. Life was color against a colorless void. It was what Annette said about computer color: Black is only black when seen in contrast to the other colors.I’d long since abandoned my computer. The flat inanimate screen was part of that colorless void. I couldn’t read words or see colors. There was. (moaning) Like I am losing my virginity again. Oh, Maa! 12 fucking years. (grabs my head kisses me) Don’t you dare go slow on me!I got the words of inspiration from my mother. I pushed the half inserted dick fully inside her. I felt the skin roll down my dick. That sensation is just awesome.Me: (fucking her) Oh Maa, damn. It is painful, but…Swati: (laying down on the bed, cupping her boobs) It will pain, honey, but keep doing it. Do not leave mom thirsty, fuck.Me: I won’t.Swati was lying on the.