Aik din mae un ke ghar mae sone ke leye geya us waqat rat ke 9 baje thee. Un ke ghar mae chunke 2 kamre thee is leye nana or nani aik kamre mae so gay... or mamoon nae mujhe chat per apne sath sone ke leye kaha lakin mae nae kaha ke mae abhi neeche rahoon ga keun ke mae nae T.v dekhna hae wo mujhe jaldi ane ka keh ker chat per chale gaye. Ab mae or khala aik kamre mae thee or mae T.v dekh raha tha jabke khala sone ke leye apni charpai per let gai mera dehan T.v ki taraf kam or us ke bare bare. I looked around the sward of green and espied in the distance a small bundle of white, and immediately made for it. As I got nearer I saw it was my discarded knickers, they had been picked up and dumped there, but as I picked them up I realized that had been soiled again, they were absolutely soaked, the crotch in particular was soaked in sperm, so thick, that as I opened them up the thick ooze was evident, as if he had held them close to his penis as he released along the gusset line.As I run. "Yeah...so...thanks," he added, and almost turned, but before he did so, he spoke, almost as a second thought, "Oh so, hey, Tanmay? I've got this problem with my psych paper? You wanna, uhm...come to my room and help me figure it out?" He was sort of reclining his shoulder blades on my door and facing me as he spoke, which really made his abs show; his chiseled chest was shining from the lamp. I didn't want to be a prick...I mean, yeah, I was going to help him, BUT...if I got up now, he could. Then, they all quietly turned and left."No one will remember that my Marie Michelle die. The police, they have no need to see Elvis."My reporter's curiosity got the best of me. "Why are you telling me all this?" Elvis must be punished for what he do, but I am not a cruel man. His life, his career, they are gone. He will need help -- someone to care for him -- while he make a new life. It can not be his friends for they would help him be Elvis again. I will not do it -- I cannot do it.