In this story I completed my 12th as I lived in hostel most of the time and I was back in home.Story: I was heading to my house maid’s home to fuck ...er (my mom was back from my uncle’s town so I couldn’t fuck her in my home therefore I was going to her home) .But as soon I was near her home I saw a large black guy (who was a local worker there) come out of the house adjusting his purple lungi and pressing the maid’s right boob over the saree. He winked at her and went away. I knew he had fucked. Pensively KK says, “Kyle, you’re beginning to worry me.”“Sweetheart, before we talk I need you to promise me this talk must remain just between the two of us and, unless I initiate it in a conversation with another, it must remain that way forever. Can you promise me that?”“Before I make you such a promise I need to know if this involves something highly illegal, like murder?”“Not on this Earth, and even then, I wouldn’t call it murder.”“Kyle, if it was anyone but you, and if it was any other. So comes the time to rub it out. The plan is to remember that dream you just had. You take a deep breath, take a seat in your sofa, close your eyes, and slowly start stroking. Several minutes go by, but you just can't get that dream back into your mind. Not one scene comes back. Frustrated, you stop masturbating. You sit there in quiet for a time, upset with yourself for not being able to remember, not being able to release. There's a soft knock on the front door and hear a faint voice from a. She snuggled just a little towards me, so I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.She kissed me back, at first discreetly and then responsively, her tongue encouraged by the obvious eagerness of my own. My right hand roamed her back and settled on her waist. As the kiss continued I slipped it under the blouse and stroked her side.She put a hand on my knee and I knew we were in business. I moved my hand to her back and ran it up and down her spine. She moved her own hand up my leg until she was.