I went to my grandmother house during my summer holidays.I was asked by my uncle to call the driver.He usually slept on the ground floor as nobody sta...s at Patna now.Everyone stayed in Mumbai.So he used to look after the ground floor.Hi, I’m Abhi n this is my sex story which happened before six years.I was asked by my Pramod mama to call the driver.We used to call him Pandey Ji.My mama called him but he didn’t pick up the call.So I went to call him.When I reached there it was dark n he was. . quite well, too, by all accounts, junior club level I'm told... so I suppose it's only natural that his son should follow in his father's footsteps. People who play rugby, I've noticed, tend to be a trifle more, er, dynamic than the rest of us. Whether it's that sort of person who is attracted to the game or the game which makes people who play it become like that, I don't know.The essence of it all is that visiting them is tiring. I always feel like a soldier going off to war when I start. He hopped in his car, and drove after her.She heard the crunch of gravel under tires as she stepped foot on the black top. She turned, and her heart sank as she saw Bobby’s car. She didn’t have anything left in her. She was gasping for breath, and had a stitch in her side. When had it gotten this hard to run?It was fruitless. He’d caught her. He’d take her back, and strip her naked, and then he’d push that monster prick up in her and make her pregnant.She heard the door slam, and stood,. ' I felt some what better till I tried to focus at the five guys that was around me. As I was being turned I saw cocks and balls that belong in sex mags. All of them were extremely well hung, I mean there was not a cock there shorter than 10 inches, three was cut two weren't. All of the were shaved and standing erect. Some one crawled between my legs, I tried feebly to close them, hands pulled them apart. Lubricant was smeared into my butt crack and my anal opening was pulled open by many.