I was, in fact, very hungry so I readily agreed, thanked her, and hung up the phone. Indian sex “Did you apologize to Tiffany yet?” she asked without looking over. I muttered an apology and waited for her to calm down before I resumed fucking her, going slower this time and shortening my strokes to avoid a repeat of what had just happened. I spouted out the first lame excuse that came to mind, saying, “Well, grandma, we haven’t seen each other in a long time. It wasn’t until much later that I, myself realized that I was concentrating so hard on my job to avoid thinking about my impending reunion with Tiffany. Hell, they’re not even supposed to think about it.”
“Josh, I don’t care about what we are or are not supposed to think and feel,” Tiffany said, raising her voice a little, “Give me one good reason why we can’t be together, and don’t give me any of that crap about how we aren’t supposed to feel this way..”
A wave of frustrated anger washed over me, and I had to take a deep breath before speaking or I ran the risk of shouting at her and waking the entire house.
