I am a 30 year old man staying in Mumbai. The flat where I stayed belonged to a lady whose name is Indira , she is around 50 years old and is a widow ...nd has a son who is working in USA in a software firm.She stayed in the adjacent flat to me and was initially reluctant to give me the home but then she had to rent it out to me as nobody else was willing to pay that much amount for the flat. She was a voluptuous lady who worked in a media company and stayed alone in her flat. One day I went to. Unlike how you picture Italians, I’m quite fair-skinned, with blond hair and all that. I’m cute but not the hottest guy in the world; but I think I have somehow boyish looks and that’s what gets a lot of straight, or so called straight guys attracted to me. I used to have sex with a lot of boys and men from the neighborhood, and maybe one day I’ll tell you more about it, but this one night in winter I was going to the deli around the corner to get some beer for my shows and in the deli this. Only the drug dealer showed all signs of a slow strangulation: the half-opened mouth and the out-pouring tongue. It seemed to be also the only one who during the execution had lost control over her bladder. On her otherwise immaculate white dress a dirty-yellow urine mark showed up and under her feet one could see a small puddle. Joshua took its digital camera and began taking photos of the hanged girls. As a director of the women's prison he had of course been present during the execution and. James kneeled in front of me. He unsnapped my jeans and pulled those and my panties down. I had to steady myself by holding onto his shoulders, my knees were so weak. He stopped to look at my wetness and stood. "Exquisite, Alisandrea," he said as he nudged me back on the bed. I laid down and felt cool sheets under my heated skin. I watched as he stripped himself and gasped at the size of his cock. It was normal length but it was so damn thick! My pussy spasmed at just the thought of having it.