"Yeah," I whispered sheepishly."For what?" he asked, smugly."I don't know," I lied."Come to me," he ordered.I obeyed, walking to him."Drop."I did."So ...hy are you here?" he asked."Don't make me say it," I said, humiliation burning through me... yet all I wanted at the moment was for him to fish out that cock."Okay, then show me what you want," he said gently, almost kindly.I was thankful he wasn't going to humiliate me. I soundlessly moved my hands to his shorts and unbuttoned them.He lifted his. That being sayed, most women I find attractive are ussually married or already divorced.Let me start with this one. I have this girl I know for years, we grew up in same part of Belgrade, had a couple of mutual friends, but were never close or even thought about hooking up. I saw her once or twice a month, we would greet each other, and nothing more. She is my age, tall, very tall, about 1,80m, black long hair, slim, but stronger in her tighs, and has big boobs. All in all, a great looking. But Julie did an about face and walked briskly back to the bathroom. She returned to the kitchen about 10 minutes later with a vaguely sheepish expression on her pixie face "Ah, you may not want to go back in there for about another hour or so. Now I know what people mean when they talk about 'fuck the shit out of you.'"Her brother responded with his boyish devilish grin. "You took a nice healthy dump, huh? Glad to be of service." "Oh my. It seemed that he had graduated last year and had come back to visit his friends. Soon a crowd gathered around him. I was seeing all this from a distance. Then suddenly a gorgeous girl ran past me. She wore a nice designer salwar and had long hair. She rushed towards the crowd and then broke down crying. The crowd disappeared within a few minutes and only some girls were there who were trying to console her.But she refused to budge, she kept crying for a long time. Then they walked to wards the.