. dead?It was only on the plane back home, reliving the weird call, that he how odd his mom's voice had sounded. Not sad. Not even a flat monotone of ...enial. Just her usual tone, as if she'd been talking about grocery shopping."Maybe you ought to come home..." What a goddamn strange thing to say.He arrived home early the next morning, worn out with the all-night flight, jet-lag, and grief. Wearily, James shuffled up the front steps, suitcase hanging loosely on limp fingers and pressed the. I closed my eyes and let myself feel thosedelightful feelings of yearning and submission, of giving, of openingmyself to another. I felt my rosebud sliding open a tiny fractionagainst his cockhead, and closing again. I heard John breathe out a moanas we touched each other. He grabbed me by the hips and I felt a tinglepass through me as I knew then that I would finally be fucked by a man.I could feel John's hard cock press against my willing opening, harderand harder, until he pushed inside. . We got connected as our interests matched. We spoke casually and she was from my place itself.After few introductions and about past histories of both. The topic turned to a relationship with no strings attached. She asked my opinion about that. I being the naughty one said it’s the best relationship to get into. Even she had the same opinion but was reluctant to get into one as she couldn’t find the right guy. Then our texting was upgraded to WhatsApp and we became quite close. Thereafter our. I was delighted to discover that he was not circumcised. I playfully ran his foreskin up and down his magnificent pole. As I brought the soft burning hot skin up and over the head of his dick I noticed that a pool of salty nectar had formed in the cowl. When I stuck my tongue into it to lap up his delicious wetness I swirled around the head and probed into his slit. This caused my young friend to howl and buck up and down. “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” he howled. I was only too happy to.