“Tough, it’s Saturday.” I gestured out the window for some reason, as if that would prove what day it was. “I have to go to school anyway today.” she clarified. “I have to meet a professor.” “Oh.” I simply replied. “When?” She shrugged. “Sometime. What time is it?” I looked at my wrist. No watch. I walked over to my desk, found my watch, and put it on. “10:37.” She put her desi head into the pillow and groaned. “I probably should take the next bus.” her muffled voice came from the pillow. “Do you want me to make you indian breakfast?” I asked. Jessica had just brought Sheppy into the trailer. I kissed her lips and raised up my cock still in her and fired a shot into the middle of her navel. The darkness splashed across my face. Breanne laughed, then licked her finger clean. So wild. I was so aware that my cock was out beneath my desk. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the desi article. "Abby," she said, seeming to want very much for him to know her name, "I'm Abby." I shivered as my fingers played tag with the soft warmth of her skin and my indian hands slowly slid upward toward the gates of heaven. Grace attended the evenings welcome buffet with trepidation.