The lights were off, and I had no clue if his parents would get home anytime soon. As I went on the couch and let him enter me, we both let out a smal... moan. It felt so good. It was hard to keep the moans to a minimum. He slowly fucked me and I felt myself get wetter hearing him moan. He rolled his eyes back and moaned a little louder than usual. If I wasn't so shy with talking during sex, I would've asked him if that felt good.I moved a little faster before he said, "I thought you wanted to. She pushed me away and grabbed the towel to cover her ample charms. She was wide-eyed and looked like a rabbit caught in car headlights.“Yuvraj…what do you think you are playing at!!”She edged towards the bedroom door. The only route of escape from her horny nephew. I wasn’t prepared to lose my prize now though.“You try for the door I’ll rip the towel from you.”Payal stopped in her tracks. Realization was dawning. Her eighteen year old nephew was making a major play for her body.I moved slowly. “Why? I mean, I am nothing special…”Her voice dropped off, her fingers had found her nipple and squeezed the brown, hard flesh, sending flashes of pleasure to her brain.“Because you are a beautiful woman, full of life, possibilities and undiscovered depth.”She had stopped squeezing her nipple, rolled it between her fingers, felt the heat grow between her legs.“Go on!” she breathed.She heard Alex take a breath on the other side of the line.“I know that you are full of surprises, hidden desires. He took a seat on the toilet and waited for two minutes, then went out to find Patrick. Much of the next week at work was spent daydreaming. Henry would entertain himself repetitively with the memory of what had happened in the bathroom cubicle, and fantasised about what would happen at the end of the week when he’d meet his well-hung stranger friend for another hot session. He was almost caught several times by his colleagues as he rubbed his hard crotch under his desk. Usually his work.