“Suck it, Dot”, “Roll over, Dot”, “Sweet Jesus I’m cumming, Dot”, “I’m sorry, Dot”, “Did you cum, Dot?”, “Can I cum on your ...ace, Dot?” “Your pussy's so fuckin' wet, Dot”, “Can I fuck your ass, Dot?” Oh well, you get the point. I knew more about sex than any teacher in school did. I always took consolation in the fact that none of them would ever become my new “daddy.” Dot let me know at an early age they were just friends and wouldn’t be staying around long. However every Thursday and Friday. I looked right into Abarika’s eye with a mix of love and lust and removed her pallu and went on my knees. I began to kiss and lick her navel and slowly remove her saree. Abarika was moaning softly and was caressing my hair. Soon she was only on her blouse and petticoat (a sort of garment like a skirt to hold the sari). I stood and started to remove her blouse and looking over her shoulder I could see Rakesh already taking it on with Sabrina. They were nude by that time and were engaged in oral. By the time I had wrestled the cable to edge of the river; several men then took the power cable and stretched it out as straight as possible. Junior measured the distance from the generator to the river bottom then calculated the length of conduit needed, which was cut and glued to a sweep (a big elbow). Then a union joint was glued to each end of the assembly. Once it had dried it was worked down the cable to the river bank where Junior and I took over. We were able to slide it down the cable. I felt guilty for feeling that way, but somehow it felt natural. I wanted him, but knew I could never have him. I knew he wasn't gay, and would never entertain such an idea, even in the guise of experimentation. I felt the stress coming back.I stood up, and started to strip. This time we both noticed. Nothing flopped out. Not even a shriveled up cold little dick. Under my Speedo's was just a flat patch of pubic hair. I naturally reached down to examine the area more thoroughly. As I.