He gave up on the doorbell and knocked on the door's warped wood. The force of his fist opened the door a crack. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone ho...e?"He reached out and gently pushed the door open further. He stuck his head inside the house. "Hello? Ms. Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked up his briefcase and stepped into the dark house. He waited until his eyes grew used to the darkness and then closed the door behind him. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room. I was wearing shorts and she noticed that my dick was slowly get a semi just checking her out. Thats when i noticed her hands go down on to my shorts where my dick is, she looked at me licked her lips knowing that i wasn't very experianced told me tonight she would be boss, i eagarily agreed. She took my pants down and while kisses me was rubbing my cock up and down, wow this felt amazing the way she moved on my cock was almost as good as me, she wet her finger and while looking into my eyes. . Help me in cleaning up my body while I take bath ?(my mind voice “ha ha, she is inviting me to have a private party)Me: its my pleasure aunty.. When should I came ?Anu: you naughty, will let you know later ?Later that night I was dreaming about that text.. Mrg I texted her but I didn’t get any reply from her.. I thought everything is over but to my surprise she was chatting with me in the same manner by adding few double meaning words..One rainy day it was a semester holiday for me so I was. .. and I mean that in a literal way ... got me more than enough action.Beanie was a character, a children's clown who gave away balloons on the Wharf and who lived in an old warehouse down in the Mission district. She and I had fallen into bed after meeting by chance in a bar while I was familiarizing myself with the City's weather peculiarities: It was July! I was having soup and recovering from freezing my ass off in my way-too-light windbreaker that I had erroneously thought would be.