Me lucknow me rahta hu or 19 saal ka hun, ye meri 1st story hai. Me iss pe stories karib 6 mnths se padh raha hun. Ye jhuth nahi sachhai jo b me yahan...pe likhne ja raha hu. Ye karib 10 months pehle ki bat hai.Mere lagbhag sare dost aksar hi ladkiyon ko pta k ya randi ko chodte rehte the. Me us time virgin tha or bas apne armaan hath se hi nikalta tha. Mere sare doston ki kai grlfrnds thi, lekin meri 1 b ni thi. Mere dost mjhe aksar apni baate btate the or kehte the ki yar tum ladki kyu ni pta k. ‘Oh God,’ she whispered hoarsely. ‘I don’t think God’s going to help either one of us now,’ Tom said as he kissed the space between her breasts and lingered on one breast sucking it into his mouth again. Ellen felt Tom’s shaft on her belly grow harder then suddenly felt a wetness that dripped down her side. ‘You didn’t cum already did you?’ she asked surprised. Tom shook his head and smiled, ‘No, I’m just getting excited to be with you. It happens all the time.’ Ellen ran her tongue over her. Neat place he thought, Steve liked bars, this one smelled good, stale liquor, stale perfume with just a hint of pussy in the air. Taking a minute to let his eyes adjust to the gloom, he saw two empty seats at different ends of the bar most of the tables were occupied with couples. He inquired of the occupants of the near the first seat and found it was occupied, the second was free, so he took it for his own.The bartender was rushed, between the waitresses and the bar patrons, so Steve had a. You gotta hold on tight, take every moment. You gotta do whatever you can. Be what you should be.” A sudden smile lit her face. Her voice shifted oddly, from the crackle of redneck bonfires and beer, to the sound of money, magnolias, and cotillions. “Maybe you change. Maybe you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and raised a debutante, but the only man for you is a swamp-born Cajun who’d never fit in your world. Maybe you change to fit in his.”She lifted her glass of beer in a toast to.