"My name is Tony. I'm twenty six, 5'11" and 177 pounds. I'm told that I am attractive and I have a thick, cut eight inch erection that never fails t... please. I own a small auto repair shop. My office is in back and I have a double size bed in it and a good big shower. I told my wife that it was in case I needed a nap during the day or if I had a job that needed to be done and had to stay overnight to be sure the customer's car was ready for him the next day. It was really my fuck bed just. "She then got close to the truth with her next comment; "You know you sort of look like him – the singer you saw last night."I shrugged. We started running again, slowly building up from a gentle trot to our seven-thirty pace.She asked, "You know anybody famous in L.A.? Someone that an aspiring actress or such would like to meet?" Yep." Anybody you'd give me an introduction to?" Yep." Really. I mean you barely know me; you don't even know what talent I have." But I might by the time we get to. They regarded me as their son. I also respected them as like my parents. Let’s come to the point. My examination was two month away. So I was busy with my studies. Suddenly my grand mother was serious ill. Hearing this my father became very upset. He wanted to go to home because he is the only son of my grand parents. At last they decided that I had to live there alone as my exam was one month away. My mother told Mrs. Sharma to look after me in her absence. Mrs Sharma said, “Lipu is like my. I was in good condition, and this left me with no choice but to strip completely naked. I strutted back to the living room, slowly opening the door, Danny's head shot up; his eyes wide open. "What's wrong bro? You look like you've seen a ghost," I said with a cheeky grin. "Christy, you're killing me here please just let me touch you!" Danny’s pleading turned me on even more. I said nothing and just simply sat on the couch opposite him. I looked down at my boobs and brushed my nipples making.