“Excuse me,” came the voice of a girl. I looked up to see a very attractive blonde. “You’re Jerry Walsh, right?” “Yes. Y…you are?” I r...cognized her from a couple of required liberal arts classes, always admired her, never talked to her. “Samantha Dickens.” She held out her hand and I stood up to shake. My breathing was rapid and shallow. I fought for control. Samantha didn’t seem to notice, much to my relief. I stood there looking at her. She sat at my table, on the bench seat running along the. ” Man fingers clamored to make me cum while man-tongue twirled a playful dance just outside my mouth. “Is it good, Jon?” Jon’s answer came in the form of a sugary tongue down. Our tongues wandered in a lake of syrup, frolicking and paddling as if we were newlyweds. We almost drowned in PDA. For a moment, I didn’t care who was watching, because his kiss tasted like heaven. “We’re in public.” “And?” Jon continued kissing my neck and toying between my legs. “We should continue at home. Let’s pay. "It's okay dear, you did well, now go and clean your room while I getyour sister ready," Mom said smirking.Gaurav burst into laughter as I blushed furiously."Seriously mom is Ayush bhaiya going to wear all this stuff, I though youwere joking when you told me about it yesterday." Now hear me out you both," mom said raising her voice a bit."I don't want you to think any of this as a joke, after all, myreputation is at stake, so do what is being told to you." And gaurav one more thing for today. The four of us made Saturday’s our weekly get together, and often ended up spending the entire day together.They’d come over for lunch, and then Ali and I would go play some tennis at our neighborhood tennis court while Anjum and Shama took a stroll. Then Anjum & Ali would head home to freshen up, and we’d go to their place for dinner and then out to a movie. One such Saturday, Shama and I were sitting on the couch in our house, Ali and Anjum seated in the sofa across from us, after our.