His hair was dark and short-cropped, a little spiky and damp from the drizzle outside, but it did a nice job of framing the squared jaw and the five o...clock shadow growing on it. I must have been staring just a little too long, because I caught glance of those deep brown eyes waiting for an answer."Fucking Flyers," my retort stumbled out.He smiled at me - such white teeth - and moved his stool a little closer. "I'm Adam," he said and tipped the glass that had suddenly appeared before him. From. Now she worked for a man she knew only as Diego. He had been a friend of a friend of a friend, but so far down the chain she wasn’t even sure how she had even managed to met him. That didn’t really matter to her though. She had been desperate for money and he provided her with a way to get it. When her husband was alive she would have never let herself become a whore, but now she sat, smiling slightly, in the corner of her dilapidated apartment as her favorite customer came in the door. Diego. I turned back around and my sexy adult neighbor was rubbing himself through his baggy shorts. I made a motion to him simulating pulling them down, and he copied me, revealing his gigantic manhood, drooping semi-erectly between his muscular thighs. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and memories of how he had made me feel using that massive tool on my u******e body swept through me, making my tummy tingle and reigniting my recently awakened desire for i*****t pleasures of the flesh. The craving. My father shifted to Chennai during my high school. We used to stay in a 2 bhk house for rent and the owner was none other than my uncle.My dad is a very busy man he used to travel every month and sometimes would not return for 2 months. So mom sexual desires need to be satisfied by herself or by someone (which I came to know later)It all changed. My uncle is 45 years of age. He is tall, hairy, and dark but a good looking person with a thick mustache. He runs his own departmental shop nearby..