Sheseemed to take the excuse as genuine, but I had guilt written all over myface.My folks and I have had the sex talk, but they didn't even know I was...ctive with Becky, never mind that I just came home from being fucked upthe ass all night by some black dude.Lying to my folks was not something I was used to. Lying in general waspretty foreign. What did I have to lie about? I was a good, honest, hardworking k** -- who just discovered that he could possibly be a slut forcock. These things didn't. What marked me out from other boys and eventually men, was that my fantasies stretched way out beyond my early teenage years, and even beyond my late teens, until in to my early twenties I found that this was far more than a mere flash in the pan, older women had become my 'type' if you will. I loved everything about older women, they exuded confidence, a demeanor that oozed sex appeal from years of having seen it all until they no longer seemed to worry about anything and everything. They had. Me- nice nameRosy- thanksMe – what do you do ?Rosy-study in college now come back home for lohri holiday.Me- gr8Priyanka- aap kya karte ho? Me- main bhi job karta huin or holiday pe ghar aya huinPriyanka- kya bat hai…same same.Me- aap bahut sunder hoPriyanka- sharmate hue you joking…. Lagta hai main world pe pehli sunder hu jaise aap aise keh rahe hainMe- koi shak hai apko mujhe jo laga maine keh diya.Ab wo bhi mere sath puri frank ho gayi thiOr maine moka dkhte hi use I love u bol diya raste. The walls were a dull yellow with dingy white lace curtains over the window. Setting her box on the desk, she turned in a slow circle while Jason watched from the door. She schooled her expression to hide her excitement."Whatcha think?" Jason asked as he leaned against the door frame."It's okay," she whispered as she shrugged off the backpack and sat it on the bed. "You said there was a bathroom?" Just here," he said and gestured out in the hallway. "I'll give you some time to get settled in.