We hightailed it to her place and despite the ticking clock she insisted on lighting candles and taking care of me with a nice massage.She definitely ...new what she was doing; hitting muscle deep in my shoulders and back with her hands that were strong from work and life. She did a great tease by tickling my balls from behind until I raised my ass in the air, then making a nice grip around the base of my cock while running her tongue in the crack of my ass. This woman was a keeper.Once I was. I hadn't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute. Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled, “suck my dick”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command. “You want that jersey ? Suck my dick”. Maurice. I met her in my second year as we lived close by. We daily spent an hour’s timing together in a bus talking about everything. I occasionally flirted with her and so did she. I loved it and knew she too liked my flirty talks. I never took it to a next level.We both studied in a college which was located in the city of Chennai. We both lived in the outskirts of Chennai. I lived in my flat and she lived with her parents which was about 2 kms away from my place. It was the time of cultural events. Offensive. Wind delivers cat calls and whistles to pretty things walking by. Ran warps floorboards of apartment. Birds use whole city as toilet. Sunshine makes things hot and muggy. Not pleasant. Night somewhat better, though. Wind seems less noisy. Rain useful confounder. Birds good excuse for hearing noise. No sun. Colder. Been sitting next to dead hobo for four hours. Takes lot of preparation for jobs like this. Lot of patience. Cold. Nobody looks at Hobo. Good place to hide. Looking at.