It was a warm summers evening and there was still allot of people milling around, I sat on the plinth of the statue and turned slightly, at this angle...if you knelt between my legs you would not be seen and that's exactly what we did. As I casually sat there looking like I was taking in the night air you were busily hefting my thick cock from my trousers. My body stiffened as I felt your mouth sink over the swollen head of my cock, I could not believe we were doing this! Hundreds of people. I am still unmarried.meri class me aik bacha padhta tha jo apni studies me kafi kamzor tha. Me ne kai martaba us ke peirents ko bulwaya lakin koi nahi aya. Exam kafi kareeb aa gae thay. Aik din me ne bachay ko kaha me mujhe apnay ghar le chalo, bachay ki umer 8 saal thior us ka naam anand tha, wo mujhe apnay ghar le gaya. Ghar me sirf us ki maa thi jis ki umer takreban 25 daal thi, rang Gandami or figure 40-34-40 thi,us ne mujhe ghar ke anger bulwaliya. Me ander ja kar aik charpai per baith. Becky as well? I know she’s done a couple of trips.”Heidi was non-committal. “Becky is good, professional but she only really likes working with girls, which limits her.”“Oh, I hadn’t really noticed.” Thinking about it clips with guys usually involved Becky pooping on them.“Yes, well she is gay so not that surprising.”“No, Becky is straight,” I loved this woman’s boobs. I could soap and play with them all day. Heidi was giving me the side-eye. “What?” I asked.“Becky is a lesbian, who pretends. As the alcohol soaks into my sleeping self I become further detached. There is no life in the ocean, there is only me. When I awake I find I have washed up onto land. My boat is in pieces along the shore. I am cut and bruised, blood oozing from my open wounds. I know I am alive. The blood tells me. I stop and listen to my blood. It is the first voice I have heard in days, months, centuries. It tells me secrets about myself, things I never wanted to know. Falling to my knees I begin to cry. Only.