That needed money, I was suspicious that I did not have enough. It was already 10 in the evening.As a last resort, Rakesh collected the phone number o... a senior Indian student, who spoke fluent Russian. He was kind of leader among the Indian students. Rakesh explained the situation on the phone. The student asked Rakesh to wait there, some phone calls needed to be made to inquire about and arrange an accommodation ,if found. Half an hour later ,the student called back and said that nothing was. However, given the girl’s less-than-dressed state, I thought it might not be a good idea to start calling out. ‘So where do you live?’ she inquired from behind me as we crept along. ‘Are you a student?’ ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Berkeley. You?’ ‘I go to UC Davis,’ she told me. ‘I’m a poli sci major, how about you?’ ‘Electrical engineering.’ ‘Ooh, smart boy.’ ‘Hopefully smart enough to find your friends!’ I blushed again. I was glad that I had been working out and playing soccer over the past year,. I will too.”“Babies,” Zuri said quietly. The thought overwhelmed me, smothering out all others. Zuri and I would be parents. I’d long been aware of the need, but suddenly the idea became real, vital, immediate.I looked up, further comprehending what she had just said. I do too. I would be making children. With my mother.I couldn’t help my reaction. Already erect, my cock jerked behind Zuri’s hip, becoming even harder. I groaned softly at the sensation, hugging my sister. I could smell her. It was his little secret. It was time for James’ visit to see Jack and he couldn’t have been more excited. He got to spend two weeks with his best friend, for the first time in two years and his amazingly hot sister and mother, whom he had cum over so many times in the past. Jack’s sister, Rebecca, was 5ft 5 with all the right accessories. At just 16 she was something to behold. She had 36D breasts that were made to look even bigger in her skimpy outfits she always wore. Her long days spent by.