Eventually, she pushed herself back into a kneeling position. “That,” she said smiling, “was something else. Now then, let that be a lesson to y...u young man. Was I right about it being better when someone else does it for you?” she asked, in the same stern tone she had used when she first put in an appearance.“Much,” I had to agree, “in fact I could never have imagined how much better sex with a woman is over just jerking yourself off.”“Good,” she said, “Now the next time I want you all to. We repeated that twice. She asked about my k**s. I told her they were doing fine. I couldn’t believe I answered her this time. Usually, I’d tell her they weren’t her concern. Yeah, she was growing on me.She wasn’t no dummy. She had thoughts and opinions. Good ones. And even when I didn’t agree with her, she could easily get me to see her point. I think she must really be a politician. Feeling buzzed, I set my drink on the tray table beside the bed. It’s like she read my mind. She stood up and. This incidence happened on the day when my parents weren’t home and I was all alone. I went to my office that day and returned at around 8 pm. As Indian parents have the habit of giving the Key to the neighbours before leaving, my parents also had done the same. They had handed over the key to our neighbors, the Sharmas. They had a 23-year-old daughter Palak who was very cute. As she was my neighbour since childhood, I had always dreamt of being her boyfriend but she was dating another guy.That. Aren’t you curious what a man tastes like?’ Of course I was. I was completely mesmerized as I watched the little drop slowly ooze down the shaft as another formed behind it. Experimentally, I flicked it with my tongue. ‘Good.’ he whispered. ‘Don’t stop. Lick it all over.’ I did as he said, compelled by a force I could not understand. I knew it wasn’t right, and yet I wanted it so much that I couldn’t stop. My actions were governed not by him, but by the throbbing feeling going on between my.