And an aching fear of being left by him was always on my mind. I was so alone. Day after day I had waited for him... What started off as regular, rom...ntic dates, eventually turned into a few sappy text messages saying “Miss you xoxo.” I was finally starting to give up, even having thoughts that he found something better... Or someone. As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more.... I was out of my mind. To fill the. "You know the ad I'm talking about?"They both nodded. I cringed every time the damn ad came on TV."And did she fly to Houston?" Now that seems to be the million dollar question. I saw her carry her suitcase into the airport, and then I drove to work. I had an appointment I had to get to." You didn't go to the ticket counter with her?" No. I planned to. I had planned to get us to the airport an hour before she had to check in and clear the TSA point. I had hoped we could have breakfast together. I got tired of walking and headed for a nice secluded patch of sand surrounded by some shrubs, where I dropped my bag and moaned. “God, I don’t want to walk anymore!” Martina laughed and sat down besides me, laying back in the warm sand.I began stripping off my clothes and swimsuit, applying plenty of sun block along with it. Even though I tried to be careful about my skin, I could already feel it getting burnt and red in places. Martina rolled over to me and helped me put some lotion on my. It finally made sense why Janani was so sure she can convince her dad to let me stay over at their place for a month; he was her personal faggot. It made sense now why he never noticed our makeout sessions and spanking sessions in the hall! I pounded her harder and faster as I saw Anjan get up, go around his still kneeling father, and stuffed his cock into what was obviously a well used asshole. ***After the dual fuck, Janani motioned Anjan also over, and we all lounged on the couch as Vinod.