Fir aachanak mare nazar upar wale tares ke store room par pade me jase he sedhe chadne laga mujhe halki se aawaj sunai dee rare the me fir dhere dhere...us aawaj ke or badne laga me store room ke darwaje ke pas jase he pocha. Me dhere se undar ghusa waha kafe aandhera tha or dhme roshni hone ke karan mujhe kuch dekhai nahe deer aha tha bus khusur fusar ke aawaj aa rahe the me thoda ghabra gaya or dhere dhere store room ke kone wale Drum ke or badha or jow nazara mane dekha use dekhte he mare. Not far from Randolph High School and between the Public Library and the Pantheon Restaurant. The school has ten thousand students and most of them come from surrounding towns in Massachusetts. I wanted to attend a southern school like Georgia Tech or Morehouse College but my parents had their minds set on Randolph University. I’d be living close to home and they figured that would be best for me. As I usually did, I swallowed my pride and did as I was told. I attended Milton Academy and I was. Your strong arms wrap around my tiny waist pulling me hard against you. Tearing your shirt from the waist band of your track pants my hands slip up your back nails biting into the skin just under your shoulder blades as I pull you even harder against me pinning you against the counter. A low deep animalistic growl coming from the back of my throat our lips mashed together as we kiss. Your fingers stroke roughly through my hair as I grind my hips against yours. The feel of your rock hard. From the top drawer I pulled out my double entry strap-on. As I moved towards Patti's spread-eagled form, I strapped on the twin cock dildo. The upper cock was a large pink pussy dick; the lower one was slightly smaller and designed to go up the arse. The back of the strap-on had a small soft bulge, made to rub against my clit as I fucked with it. I was really going to enjoy taking Patti over the edge with it. I stopped at the bedside cabinet long enough to take out a tube of KY Jelly and smear.