”I step back, holding his eyes, remembering the swell of his cock as I was pressed against him. He was slightly pink and I smiled, stepping next to ...im. “Or we could always go find an empty room and I can show you how much your sexy form turns me on now?” I run my finger against his thigh, the movement hidden between the two of us. He turns and I doubt he’s going to answer me, as embarrassed as he is.“I don’t think the rest of the party would like our . . . disappearance.” He comments and I. It was more exciting. And… it let you live out your What Ifs. Sometimes, though, that wasn’t a good thing. Sometimes it left you hurting even more.And speaking of fantasy, I thought, I was about to drive past a place that made it reality. Just a bit further down the road, in purple and magenta neon, shone the word “Taboo.” On the facade of a squat and unassuming building, nothing else hinted at what one would find inside. To the uninitiated, it would only be the source of rumination; the. Father sent me with him ... to more or less discourage him from having ... too much fun. Something that my uncle resented, of course, and he took it out on me ever since.“My own motive was to ... live a little myself, of course. To be frank, I wanted to get laid. I wanted to drink. I wanted to do a few of those things that are absolutely not cool with the authorities back in Iran. So, I agreed, and basically looked the other way, but my uncle still felt stifled, spied upon, restricted, and. When we got back to our house, I help Louise into the house and up to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and I took her shoes off for her, looking up her legs I could see her pink panties and I was sure I could see a little wet patch. She sat back on the bed against the head board with her legs up and resting her head on her knees, giving me a clearer look up her legs to her panty covered pussy, and yes there was a damp patch right in the middle of her panties. Louise kept saying “I.