His wife, now sitting atop the white man and riding him like a horse, looked over and said, "Yeah, honey, pump her full of your hot sperm. Let her hav... it!" As the other couple watched, the black stud pumped his seed into the slim white girl, pulling out after a few pump-loads inside and squirting the last of his man-juice all over her shaved pussy, which looked red and raw from the workout it had just had. You could see the man's come dripping from the gaping hole of her pussy in a closeup. Neither boy spoke to the other; each was alone in their misery and embarrassment. Finally, Brandon noticed something. "I think we're changing back," he said hopefully.Rob stopped, staring at Brandon in the dim light of the street lamp, and then he nodded. "Yeah, I think so." He grabbed Brandon's arm. "Let's get out of sight." The pair ducked into an alleyway, and crouched behind a dumpster. With agonizing slowness, the two boys changed back into their original forms. Finally, the changes were. Alternative to what, though? Letting her poor son suffer agonising stomach cramps until he was capable of attending to himself; or doing what she knew in her heart of hearts was the only humane course of action? She stood outside the bedroom door and wondered just how she was going to break it to Jason. Was it best to concoct some cock-and-bull (oops, sorry!) story, which made an indirect suggestion of what needed to be done? That would perhaps soften the blow, that is if Jason caught on to. I don’t say I’m an innocent, shy guy but too much indulged in a social stigma until I met my friend (let’s call him Y). One night after having a beer we opened up a lot and he is talking and talking and talking. He went on saying all his experiences right from how he started his fucking journey with a brothel by just paying Rs300.Let’s call her Rathi. She is the turning point of the story. He was involved with more than 20 females including teen girls, maid, bhabhi types, north Indian and south.