I’ve done several of these, mostly back during my clinicals when I was studying the craft, so I know how to be businesslike. Always strangers.Buddy�...�s no stranger. I know it. And here I am, allowing myself to do this. The romantic side of my brain is looking at the unconscious carcass of my logical side. Logic is overrated.I bathed him. Top of his head to his toes, listening to him groan happily when I did his feet. I did his chest and his back and his armpits, using deliberate pressure on the. It was by accident, I heard those words passing by her on my way to the market, she was talking to my mom; he’s such a nice boy..i just hope he doesn’t get taken by one of those possessive women.Damn that hurt, even I knew I was nice, but the label spoken out of the words of my beautiful aunt was hurting me, I fell apart then and there.Got home, went into my room and fell into a bad mood, felt like listening to some grunge and then blow my brains out. I was 21 my aunt was 38, women were a. But, I was feeling worthlessly unmotivated tonight. Worry was not on my agenda. Saturday, September 16, 2006 A few weeks had passed. I was feeling painfully horney. I thought of Gary once again and his request to call him. I thought about his divorce and the secrets we still shared about his marriage. The subject had not come up again for years but I knew the reason behind his divorce. As my pussy got more and further keyed up, weighed down and restless, I finally picked up the phone. My. She said you were 12year looking kid when I moved to this neighbourhood and look at you now you are a grown handsome man.wow that feeling was awesome ,the lady to whom I was attracted from my childhood giving me such compliments, we said bye to each other and I headed towards my college.One day there was no one in the house and I was getting ready for college, I was about to shower and i just entered the bathroom then suddenly the bell rang,I wore a towel and ran towards the door, behind the.