'Then again, if I'm dreaming, how would I know it was a dream? Get a grip, Heather. This isn't the Matrix!'"Hello."Heather spun around at the sound of...the voice. It came from a small child, maybe seven or eight years old. He had a face that seemed too serious for a boy his age."You're pretty." He was blushing bright red, looking mostly at his feet, or at least where his feet would be beneath the fog. He occasionally glanced up and, catching her eye, he'd quickly drop his gaze.She shivered. She used to lay awake at night while hearing the noises coming from her neaghbour’s house meaning he was fucking his wife.”Geeta sometimes I think I just need to kill myself the hunger is so strong,”Swati said and started crying. I comforted her and told her there was nothing wrong and I could solve her problem right here. Then I narrated my exp with Raghu the driver and told her if she watned Raghu could fuck both of us right there.Swati seemed surprised but fianlly relented.I called Raghu. She was married but didn’t look so. This made it clear I had no chance now.Diwali was approaching in 15 days and one night the secretary met me down and asked if I could volunteer in the preparation for the society function before I could say no, he said that Prema Bhabhi has asked that you could be of great help. Now I asked who is prema bhabhi and see emerged from the building lobby and said I and helloed me. I lost my senses. She came close and said I liked you dancing in the navaratri and. This one was looking to the left revealing large bulging testicles to the right. It was neither big nor small but erect and hard, already. This pleased me as it meant I pleased him. I said, “Nice!”. Sir smirked. ‘’Kneel!”, he commanded. I did and began to touch, feel, stroke, handle his manhood in my hands. Kneading it, caressing it, wetting it, longing for it to be inside of me. I spat on it for some wetness and delicately let the tip of my tongue teasingly touch the tip of the head. I knew.