My first one was Dr. Rikss Part 1 and unfortunately I cudnt complete the second part of it .After a long time I got the opportunity to write and this ...ime I didn’t wanted to go back to lost memories so decided to write a fresh new story though this is not a “All Real” unlike Dr Rikss but some part of it true rest is fictious .Whatever it is I have tried to make it much interesting and exciting as my previous one.This happened when I had finished my engineering college and had got a job in. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signs and fists against the officers’ shields, desperately trying to break through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer’s clubs. With bleeding faces and broken fingers, those that were unable to fight any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plates that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper spray.. One of the young English guys piped up, "Yes, mate, seen her and felt her. I mean you don't get many of those to the pound. Very nice pair of tits, mate." Then he winked at me, and they and jeered and laughed.Then his friend intervened and said, "Sorry, Jimmy, we are only kidding. The last time I saw her that Arab bloke had his hand in her knickers over by the DJ stand." And everyone laughed and jeered again.I walked over to where they said she was, and there was a group of Arab guys milling. These discussions would occur when we were engaged in some sort of intense sexual activity. We would make each other hot by talking about what would happen and how it would be if Carla and Gary could have anal sex. I knew that she wanted this and I must confess that I wanted to watch while Gary's cock penetrated her asshole. They were both well lubricated and ready. Gary pushed his cock down and placed it against the rim of Carla's ass. The head looked even larger now, the blue veins standing.