It was a beautiful trail, and I suppose I ran about a mile, but now I was walking again, I just couldnt get into my groove, my mind was stuck on last ...ight and everything that had happened over the last year.I wasnt sure what bothered me more, the feeling of that I had been used, or that thinking about it ,even now, the dirtiness of it made me horny, I just felt conflicted, was I gay?Bi?, or what? I had to admit to myself that the truth was had had enjoyed everything I had done, even the stuff. .. better that he tell her himself.He was startled when his phone rang. He picked up, knowing that it was Cecilia. Who else could it be?"Jason, aren't you ready yet? It's 11:00 and I'm waitin' for you." I ... I didn't study ... I don't ... I was thinking about some other stuff ... and I ... just forgot." What other stuff? I'm warnin' you, don't you be blowin' off your studies. You're almost done with the semester. You just got three weeks left. Do your finals, then you can think about that. ” I said. “I think my feet are enjoying the attention.” I wiggled my toes and he jumped on the opportunity, clicking away at every angle possible. Soon he stepped up onto a large cement block that was next to my car and was standing straight up, pointing the camera straight down on my feet and I watched him inch forward, nearly touching his crotch to my toes. I set my book down and watched him as I wiggled my toes right in front of his growing bulge. He clicked away at the camera as if he were. No I said and paused. Phir kahan hai, bol na. And she sat up at once. I said sharam aati hai bhabhi kaise batau. She gently patted my face and said chal bata, taqleef mein sharam nahi karni hoti. Looking at her face innocently, I pointed towards my cock above the sheet and said, yahan per. She thought for a while looking there and asked, kuchh laga hai kya? I said no. Then she asked, which type of pain do you feel? I said bhabhi, there is stiffness all the time in it and the pain when I touch.