.figured out what was really going on and a bunch of us left, Frank and I included. Well that fucked our heads up for years.”“No shit, that would ...ess with anybody's head. I wish that were a more uncommon story, but a lot of people get hurt by religion. It's not just p*******e priests and naughty nuns. So how long did it take you to start to recover your true self?”“Well, it was a long and painful process. And...unfortunately most of the pain early one was Frank's. I didn't handle it well. In. One Saturday morning she told me that her parents are going to Dehradun for 2 days and she is alone at home.So in evening, I went to her house in a posh colony. She invited me into her house. She was wearing a deep and wide neck t shirt and a tight pyjama and I looked her from top to bottom. She said stop staring and come in, you have a lot to see. She offered a glass of juice and sat beside me. So how am I looking, she said. I replied that I dont have enough words to describe your beauty, your. I press a thumb into your wetness and you shudder, and shift your knees apart. You are soaking wet. I can smell your arousal, and there is no hint of cum. Why aren't you turning? Can't you tell there is a strange cock about to enter you, about to fill you with another man's cum? My jogging shorts threaten to rip from the strain. I push them down and my cock springs free, as I gently tickle your clit with my fingers. I shift a little closer, my unprotected cock waving in the open sunshine. It. .. and ofcourse, shops. Lots of shops. Some seen nowhere else in the city. So Iwas almost not surprised when a certain magic shop opened up in themall...My encounter started quite innocently enough. I was parking my car, andI saw this woman struggling with a bunch of boxes. She wasn't reallywell dressed for the weather, at least in terms of her footwear. Herheels were pretty high, and they obviously had no grip, as I could telleven before she slipped and fell.Being the kind of person I am, I.