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He was not tight though. I started going to and fro fucking him standing, he was bending down, his half body in the cupboard over my suitcase and half body out in my hand. The position was so hot that I began humping him really wildly, he was moaning and shouting little ‘yes, yes, yes ummmm oh m gawwdd Raajivvvvv.ummmm ummmmm, aaahhh’. The room was filled with the lust of two gays. The noise and sound would have made even a straight guy want to join us.I fucked him in that position for 5-7. I went on, "I thought we were going to just be ourselves?"She dropped the dress over her head and shook herself so it settled about her; it reached her knees and the sleeves stopped half-way down her upper arms. "We are," she said, reaching for a fabric belt and cinching it round her waist. It emphasised her figure, while remaining overall a demure impression. "We're just... 'not causing our brothers and sisters to stumble'. It'd be no good turning up looking as though we weren't taking things. Her gaze wasn’t directed anywhere in particular, just looking. She watched the traffic from her third floor apartment, perfectly naked. Her mind wandered, never settling on anything specific, just thinking.I woke up in her bed, naked and alone. I sat up and rubbed his eyes. Where was she? I scanned the apartment and saw her naked, by the window. A slow smile spread across his face.I got up silently and stalked over to her. I kissed her neck and set his large hands on her shoulders. She sighed. Marriage might not stand the stress.”“Might not be about marriage,” I told my dad.“We raised you better’n that, son,” he returned.I recognized my mistake. Serious talk. Not a place for me to be flippant. “You’re right, Dad. Sorry.”“You’re a young man, Son. You’re going to college. I can’t look over your shoulder all the time. I hope you realize that there is One who does. Honor, Son. We don’t always make the grade, but we always know what the grade is.”I wonder who had that talk with Mimi. Cute.
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