Weeks of rejection eventually sapped his hopes, and found him slowly climbing the stairs to his second floor flat where beer, bologna, and bread await...d his palate and darkened windows and an overstuffed mattress promised rest to his aching torso. He snapped on the TV and adjusted the ruptured clothes hanger antenna until the snow disappeared and the news droned its boring sensationalism in black and gray. Sleep rapidly overwhelmed him as the city just beyond his neighborhood burst into. Becky let out a little moan, as she took the cock as deep as she could into her mouth once again. She then let him go and turned around to me, "Had enough I see" she said while putting her arm around my neck and kissing me deeply. I was stunned but I didn't stop her, I went with it. She pulled back, "So I was right about you, you dirty boy" she said to me with a smirk. "You're a dirty slut, just like me"."You're not wrong" I replied grinning back at her before she kissed me again, her tongue. He turns you to face the shower, the hot water cascading down from your face, to your chest, over His hands as they touch you, then finally over your rock hard lycra wrapped shaft and down your bare balls to your legs. It is like your sensation of touch has been magnified a thousand times more than usual. Just feeling the hot water running on your body is enough to drive you crazy with Him standing behind you, holding you tight. You can’t move and you still can’t see Him.His hands move farther. .Mom: bhup badmash..its orange today..but kya maza aata hai isme..why do you want to know the colour?Me: hmm..orange..good..are mujhe fascination hai bahut..If i be honest, I love to imagine you wearing them.Mom: Again you have started, fir chalu tumhara voh sab faltu baat.Me: No seriously, I cannot control myself.Mom: Hmm..why so..what do you like in them..Me: I dint know..merely the fact that tumne vo pehna tha, just the fact that you had them on gives me a feeling that cant be explained.Mom:.