He started walking towards me, but I still composed myself.He moved closer to me on the pretext of picking up his robe hanging behind me while blowing...hot air on my neck and shoulder. He said, “You were saying something?” All I could say was, “I thought it’s Nidhi’s room. I am sorry.” And I ran back to my room, all embarrassed.Now, let me tell you all about Abhiraj. He was one tall, good looking and hot guy. One who can make girls go weak in their knees, and I was no exception. He was a fitness. Dad would be proud of me. The next day at school, I told my friends about my success and how I'd be be earning treble to what they did with their pocket money, paper rounds, or selling smokes to the naive, young Goth kids who hung around the gymnasium. I became the laughing stock of the year. I acquired new nicknames, such as; 'Vidal Sassoon', 'Edward scissor hands' and most inventively, 'Queer'. The next day was to be my first and I was determined to find some way to prove to those bastards. If you think you can handle her, be my guest.”Mark unzipped he shorts and let them fall to the ground. His cock sprung out, stiff and more than ready. Kent said, “Well, I guess you have the equipment to handle her! If it’s all right with you, I’m just going to watch you attempt to wear her out.”Mark took off his shorts, sat down on the couch and said, “Come on over here and sit on Grandpa’s lap. I’m going take you up on all your suggestions of what I might wanna do with those lovely tits of. I raise one leg so he can ply my arsehole with his fingers. Do his dirty best at prepping my needy slut whore crack. I spread my legs, triangled out, my arms triangled up, pinned to the glass like a specimen but he’s only interested in licking my arse. My sweety, sweet arsehole being pampered by his tongue. My tightness giving just a bit as its tongue spoilt. He gets his tongue tip right in my butt hole. My hands squeak smudge down the huge glass pane but my spit smeared arse dominates me.He.