I just put a little more into my kisses.She liked to undress me, and tell me how pretty my body was.This was the sixties, I was s*******n, so, of cour...e I thought my body was ugly. I didn't know yet that every woman did. Rosalie was onto that con. She kept telling me how beautiful I was, how sexy I was, how she loved to see my thighs, or my feet, or my tummy, boobs or ass, every part of me I thought was gross, she would let me know much it turned her on. She would kiss me and love me there. If. But Rahul was the only guy with whom she spent 17 days chatting before meeting up. They decided to meet up for dinner at a nice restaurant in Koramangala that had its microbrewery.Saturday evening, around 8, they met at the restaurant. Pallavi was a beautiful girl with nice wheatish colored smooth skin and long hair with an angelic face. They shook hands and sat at their reserved table. I started to have a good time. Pallavi lived in Jayanagar in a rented apartment with a female roommate.Rahul. “You are a lucky girl!” Trish said, edging closer to me, continuing to stare at my cock in her hand. Trish started to stroke my cock, causing pre-cum flow out and drip to the floor in a long string. “Do you want to play with it? I asked, again pushing the game forward. Trish looked at Sarah. “Can I?” she asked, seeking Sarah’s permission. “Whatever turns you on girl!” Sarah said, as she leaned back against the couch to watch. I backed up and sat back down on the leather chair. Trish moved on. There was a new Lincoln sitting in my spot! Barb's Jeep was in her usual place. As I walked around the Lincoln, I felt the hood and it was cool to the touch. The car had to have been parked there for some time. The keys were in the ignition.I quietly entered my house. I stood still and listened. The house was dark and very quiet. With more than a small amount of dread, I climbed the stairs that led to the bedroom area. As I approached the master bedroom, I heard loud snoring. I had been.