"Can't pass up an invite like that, can I?"I heard him undo his pants and felt him step forward, grabbing onto myhead. "Let's see that tongue again, s...ut. Get it nice and wet for me."I ran my tongue along, feeling his cock swell and get fully hard. I ranmy tongue over it as best I could using lots of spit to make sureeverything was nice and wet. He was grunting and making softencouragements. He steered me down so I was licking his balls. He reallystarted getting vocal then."Oh yeah, lick it. He watched me lick it from my own nipples and breasts, swallowing it for him to film on his cell phone. He wanted to be able to see me being bad when we were apart, so he kept the footage to remember me on those lonely sexless days. By the end of the entire week, my cunt and asshole were acclimated to John’s dick and taking him for long bouts of punishingly hard pounding sex, in either hole, had become very enjoyable. We had fucked nearly 20 times in those 7 days and I had orgasmed multiple. As only a dim light was in my room she cannot have a clear view of me. But, I was able to see her fully and thoughts of my night dreams fucking Sharmila and her mother started to screen before me. The sun is yet to rise and it was dark every where out. The people in the near by houses are yet to wake. My instinct started to awake and thought to make an attempt. The time was much advantageous. After 30 minutes, I slowly moved from the bed and managed to wear a lungi. Then with all bad thoughts. Although her lifestyle wasn't exactly marriage material for me, she had a sex appeal; 5"6, light brown hair, big tits, big booty, not a big girl by any means. Big in all the proper places. She was fine. However, normally whenever I'd walk to my car she'd be hot boxing with a couple of her guy co-workers in her car. The smoke inside her car and the fog on her windows looked intense. I wasn't sure if she was blowing the both of them while taking a toke. Either way, it was weird to walk by them.