“Why don’t you two sixty-nine and I’ll fuck Lilly close up to you Ruth and I can dip from her into your mouth and back again?”Both Ruth and Li...ly began to slide around to get head to tail on each other and then Bob heard Ruth gasp “Fucking hell, she’s got a cock!”Lilly rocked in fits of laughter and Bob said, “’Course she has, I thought you knew. Lilly is a ‘lady boy’. We can both fuck her and get fucked by her” and he reached forwards and began to stroke Lilly’s cock in front of Ruth’s face.. That was the day my life began and ended. I didn’t really think much of her then. It was a short introduction at a party. We shook hands and passed a few words. Then she was off to mingle. I didn’t see her again for several weeks. When I did, it was at an art show. I’d gone there with a Japanese woman I’ve known for a very long time. She was a friend, nothing more. Some guy and his wife were in a argument over something. They were making quite a scene. I bent to whisper a rude comment to my. ”Too late, I was already shaking her hand, “My name is Vivek, I’m writing a book.”She slipped into the kitchen. It’s not commonplace to shake hands with your maid. It was really awkward, but I couldn’t stop the erection in my pants. At 34 years with raging hormones, I was not exactly in control of my own self. Plus, I’d been stranded in this south Goa serviced apartment since lockdown started.I walked into the kitchen, acting as if I’m looking for something in the fridge. “Rose,” I called,. She threw her pump at me. I manage to catch it. “Are you angry at me?” I asked cautiously. “No, I developed the habit of throwing my shoes when I’m calm.” I helped her get the useless panties off and sat beside her on the couch. She put her hand around my shoulder, then pulled me towards her. “George!” I looked at her, drowning in her blue eyes. “What are you really thinking?” she asked. “About what?” “About my predicament.” “I like this predicament of yours,” I said and knocked on the.