— Arrête tes conneries, tu connais l’âge de mon père ?— Justement, j’ai toujours été attirée par les mecs un peu âgés, leurs petites r...des de baroudeurs et leur visage plein d’histoires, d’aventures… et peut-être aussi d’expériences un peu cochonnes…— N’importe quoi !— C’était pour te charrier… mais, en même temps ton père est super beau, et je pense que s’il le voulait, il aurait pu emballer plein de nanas. Ses petites étudiantes, par exemple…— Tu me soûles avec ces histoires… Mon père a. A story of how desperate we boys (we all were 18 a or above 18 at that point )get for sex where no porn or a female body is available and how power turns someone into something they never even imagined.I was an introvert and suddenly getting an admission in a hostel really changed me now I didn’t have any alone time, after all, I use to watch porn a lot and by a lot I really mean a lot but now with no phone strict checking and all that I really began to lose my only escape from my horrible. A park. A windswept beach. Someone's garden, a chuffed female relative sat on a sun lounger bouncing the baby on her knee. Kay hugging her daughter on a picnic bench. And one of those pro shots on a stark white background of Maisie playing with primary coloured ABC bricks.When I'd finished, Kay was over halfway upstairs. I started after her and froze on the first step. I could practically see up her dress. Each stair revealed more of her trim thighs, nearly the crease where the tantalising. I have asked him, what happened, for which he told me that his office people gave him some work and he should travel to Chennai for the same. I told ok, got ready and went to the party, but frankly I am not interested to go to that party, as I have to stay single in the party and had a perception that it’s going to be a boring night and to my luck it turned one of the most romantic night, which I have never spend till date, because of this devil (angel turned devil) The devil of this story is.