Or unko koi baccha nahi tha Uski gand ke vajah se hi mera lund paresan ho jata. Har bar sochta ki me use kese chodu. Ek din jab me mere friend ke ghar...gaya to dekha uske ghar pet ala laga hua tha. To me bhabhi ke ghar gaya or unse puchha ki wok aha gaye he, to unhone kaha ki wo 1 hfte bahar gaye huye he. Mene pucha kaha to wo bole somnath or 2-3 jagah gumne gaye he. Mene kaha thik he. Or jane laga. Me jane laga ki bhabhi ne puchha kuchh kam tha kya. To mene bola ha, unhone puchha kya kam tha,. I decided that it must have been a recent thing because mom was pretty full up there, so I couldn’t have missed that. In a matter of weeks things began to crystallize. It was a Saturday night and we had both gone to bed. I was in a deep sleep when I heard the intercom on my phone ring. I didn’t know where I was until I heard her voice. She said in soft slow separate words, “Maybe you should call 911. Then she said, “No, wait…” the phone must have dropped and I rushed to her room. I heard her in. Her former biker boyfriend might have had quite an influence on her, causing her to be easy, ready to bed anyone. Me noticing that split second gesture a fortnight ago, had led to the unearthing of a vast underground sexual network of very promiscuous people.It was a few weeks later, on a Thursday, close to the end of the month, as I called her mobile. It rang out and I left a message. Late in the evening I tried again. “Oh, hello Maxine, is this you?” “Yeah, who are you?” “It’s Tim, eh…. She was at least pretty firm, unlike you." Oh?" the older woman asked, raising an eyebrow and allowing her lips to curl into a careful smile. "Your girlfriend seems to think that my boobs are soft, Marcus. Would you like to tell her what they're really like?" Patricia murmured seductively, blowing a kiss in the excited guy's direction. Marcus' arousal was clearly visible, a large bulge straining against the fabric of his beige pants. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, leaving him.