He watched, moaning and caressing my back and ribs.For the past six months, we had a morning ritual; Mr. Anderson and I, and that was more like mere f...replay for the awaiting day. It started with VP in the morning, then into Jimmy’s arms, followed by my VP once again. Today seemed like the day, that I was to miss out on it for the first time, since moving into Mr. Anderson’ house.So for the past six months, I had gone to school with the vice principal’s cum buried inside my asshole. Also,. They were a dead giveaway of my actual age and it wasn’t a teenager.I had discovered that once the husband was mounted on my backside pumping away at one of my demanding entries they only focused on the job at hand and didn’t care less about their target’s actual age or circumstances.I had thought the wife was safely passed out in the four poster bed upstairs, but then I spied her watching us doing it doggie style from the doorway of the family room. She was wearing only her bra and her panties. My wife and I golfed again on the following week and I played aterrible round. My knee was aching and my legs didn?t seem to havethere normal amount of strength. I kept hitting the ground and it wasvery frustrating. My wife on the other hand played a very good round.When she would hit a bad shot she would just try harder next time andwhen I would hit badly I would have a hard time controlling my emotionsand at one point I thought I was even going to cry. I didn?t even thinkof it at the time but. Tor near guudey ektu haath dee.” Amit amar hantu duto dhore amar paa duto phank kore dilo aar hath diye amar janghe aste aste hath bolate laglo. Janghe hath bolate bolate Amit hath ta amar khola guuder kache niye elo. Amit eibar aste aste amar neda guude hath bolate laglo, tobe guuder bhetor angul dhokalo na. Ami paa duto aro phank kore Amit ke bollam, “Ssssssssss. Please amar guude tor angul dhukiye de.” Amar guude angule dhokale Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor gayer T-shirt ta khol, amio toke puro.