Sure, we'd been friends, gymnastics partners even, but this was a different sort of feeling. Why was my heart racing?And my pussy -- uh -- drooling? F...ilure or not he sure looked good to me."Long story," he went on. "Donna said you might be here. Want to try one of our show stunts as an audition piece?"I started stretching. "Audition? I need to audition? They asked me to show up. They invited me -- Donna did. Nothing was said about an audition. You know Ashley Wilkes?" Not really," he admitted,. “Aah,” My bahu moaned as I pressed her boobs hidden in her blouse.Sneha then sat on my stomach and started unbuttoning her blouse and bra. I held her big 36D-sized boobs with my hands as soon she freed them. I felt like holding two big melons in my rough hands. I pressed my bahu’s boobs harder.She kept her hand on my chest, massaging my chest by running her fingers between my hairy chest. I was lost in my world and was about to pull her petticoat down.“Ashok, why is your chest so hairy,” My. Speaking of my parents, they made me give the baby up for adoption. I told them over the summer. I could’ve argued with them, saying it was ironic they sent me to Miami by myself to deal with college business, yet they are forcing me to give up a child and not raise it like an adult. I agreed with them though. I didn’t deserve a baby. At college Reymond and I had sex three times a day. I abandoned my dorm, staying with him and his roommate. We did it in the morning, in the shower before. "I rushed upstairs, and hid where I could hear what was going on. Ifthings turned bad, I wanted some warning, so I could make a run for it.Officer Stevens was one of the local policemen, and one of the mostrabid of the anti-MORFS. He was quick to anger, and favoured violence asa solution to most problems. He was a thug, plain and simple.The doorbell rang, and Gwen answered it a short while later. "Yes?" Gwensaid simply."Gwen, can I come in and have a word?" Officer Stevens asked."I suppose,".