Mike took over driving. He followed US 95 west, then south to Nevada.US 95 is lightly traveled. It stretches across the vast eastern Oregon sagebrush ...esert, rolling through wide valleys southward into the Nevada basin. The big SUV spooled off the miles, a bit over the posted speed limit under good driving conditions. Early evening found them in Winnemucca, a ranching and mining town. They found good food and clean rooms in a casino hotel.Mike and Steve feasted on prime rib; Marie delighted in. Thinking of which, the idea of going for a run felt quite appealing, some fresh air and a bit of early morning sun would probably clear my head, of both the hangover and the dilemma of what to do with my job.I took the run to the park easy, not wanting to suddenly bring on the hangover, and I was right to come out. The weather was perfect, sunny but with light crisp air. Each stride bought me more clarity, and that almost mediative calmness you get when you’re just concentrating on each step. “Ok aunty, we will massage your legs but please don’t make this a big issue,” begged Abdul.Mom did not reply and she just resumed the movie. We started pressing her legs. Abdul was massaging her right leg and I was massaging the left one. We had just started massaging her legs when she told me to get the coconut oil. I went to the kitchen and brought the bottle outside. She told us to massage her legs using the coconut oil.Mom lifted her orange colour saree till her knees. Abdul was looking at. That edge is what made sex with Carl the best I ever had up to that point. I was more turned on, came harder and more often with Carl than with any of my past lovers (keeping in mind that that Carl was just the third man I ever had intercourse with). “Are you hungry slut,” he asked. “I’ve got something for you to eat.” Carl pulled out his cock then took his hand and pushed my head down on it. “Eat it!” he demanded. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock like it was filled with water and I was.