So much of me wanted to savor it, lather my tongue and absorb the distinctness, but more came and overwhelmed me. Sorry, but it was great. Indian Sex Unwittingly I ventured out into the room. I felt the head rub against my Grafenberg spot. My tongue played with him, wrestling with the massiveness that filled my mouth. “Nice.” He had managed to toss his shirt and slide out of his pants. I still had to be gentle enough to not stir him. “Crap!” The guys were home or at least someone was. Just as I got to my room, I heard his voice. “Damn!” Too close and definitely a discouragement for any future hopes. It was taking to long and his movements scared me. He did not stir. Cracking the door did not help. Like riding a wave in the crisp of the morning, no one around with the sun kissing the water behind me. Mere seconds and he was at full mast. All I could do was fantasize until the darkness fell over me.
