.and roll it carefully down over it,” she interrupts. “I think I’ve got it – just let me know if I’m doing it wrong. My s****r grasps my coc..., holding it firmly, then places the ring of the condom over the tip of my glans. I always enjoy Sandy’s touch – today, it’s more arousing as she begins drawing the ring down along my penis shaft. “Is this good?” she inquires as she comes to the end of condoms length. It’s about two-thirds of the way down my cock. “Yeah… that’s fine,” I gasp as she slides. "Hello, Patrick. Sunil is at cricket practice," said Amala."I know, Mrs. Guha," was the reply from the nervous-looking seventeen-year-old."You are in the cricket team too, aren't you?" asked Amala, still with no idea why Patrick was there."Yes, I told them that I had hurt my ankle," replied the still nervous Patrick."Why did you do that, Patrick?" was Amala's next question."I wanted to see you," blurted Patrick in reply."See me, why?" asked Amala."Because...because I love you," said the now. Neither, for that matter, was food, fuel or very much else. Betty was no more able to afford much in the way of luxury than anyone else in the commune. The benefits system was like a points system nowadays. Only those who could clearly demonstrate that they couldn't find work would get any state subsidy for the luxury of not working, while at the same time there was a rapidly shrinking pool of employment opportunities. The only way that anyone in the Broad Oak Grove commune could make money was. "I know what you want," he said, "but can I find some for you, that's the problem. And of course there's the cost, isn't going to be cheap." Ok forget the sales pitch," I said, "how much?" Well like I said, I don't know if I can find them," he said, "but if I do it'll be £5 a pill." Don't be fucking stupid," I said, "I can't afford anything like that especially as I want at least twenty."Ok let's say 20 pills at £75," he offered."Lets say £40," I countered.We settled on.