The other two, including the one who'd let me in, were clearly too d**gged to do anything. And all round the flat there were candles - masses of the..., some smoking badly, one of them actually lying in a bowl of dried flowers, like a mini-bonfire. These arseholes were trying to put on a candlelit orgy, but they were too stoned to do it properly. No wonder the alarm had gone off."Come on, Cedric!" said the one who'd spoken first, his mind obviously miles away. "Here's your mask!"Ignoring this,. Maa- to ghum liya kar ye kya kar raha tha .Mein- meri koi gf nahi hai jisse me pyar kar saku.Maa- hogaya tera la ab phone de mujhe mera.Mujhe laga ki ab koi option nahi hai . Papa ko pata chal jayega. Maa papa ko call lagane wali thi to mene phone kat diya . Or maa ko kiss kar diya or I love you bol diya ek dumse .Maa- ye kya kiya tune , me maa hu teri.Mein – me aapse hi pyar karta hu or daily aapke hi aapne dekhta hu.Or me fir kiss karne laga maa bohot ghussa hogayi or chudane lagi . Me bhi. . such a dumb guy … hahh ahahaMe: shut up!Vishal: that’s why I always tells you, to go and talk with people and you are like 24×7 cartoon or study.Me: okay, now tell me.Vishal: idiot , whenever you feel that penis is hard , that means you are excited and you need to empty yourself.Me: means?Vishal: means , you need to masturbate and then you will feel nice.Me: ohhh okay, how to do that?Vishal: there is a skin on your penis you need to pull that skin down and again push it back, you got to do it. I truly was an ideal hourglass shape. Because it was designed for smaller tits my ample cleavage was busting out so bad I felt like I had giant mounds of tits touching my chin. I was barely able to sit down. It was almost hard work being in something that tight and touching my feet to slide into the pantyhose. They were so silky it felt like I had my legs dipped in pink magic. As I fastened the garter belt I looked at myself in the mirror. I even knew I looked so much like a damn playboy.