Those old days.’ I rambled like an idiot. Do you notice a certain pattern here? Jeanie chuckled slightly, ‘Oh, those old days. Okay, sounds good. ...ere’s my phone number, call me when you’d like to do this.’ She handed me a business card with her name and phone number. It said, ‘Jeanie Byrd, freelance writer.’ Imagine my surprise. ‘You’re a writer too?’ She looked at me in wonder, ‘Yes. What do you mean too?’ ‘I’m also a writer. I mostly write fiction though.’ ‘Really? That’s so great. I write. I said sorry madam and then lifted my lungi to thigh high for her to see. She looked at me in my eyes and stared. Only my thigh was visible. Her eyes were trying to pierce my lungi. She was angry as I had not lifted in full. So she stared and said in an angry voice ” Are you going to lift it and show or shall I call Rani”. In no time I lifted the lungi above my hips and revealed the soft penis. She asked why it was small. I said because I was not aroused. She asked me to take off the lungi in. Jeremy was twenty as well.Damn, has that boy grown, Melissa thought to herself. He was six-foot five, two hundred fifteen pounds, without an ounce of fat or speck of body hair on him. That wasn’t the only way he had grown.Jesus Christ, Melissa thought to herself as she was staring through the crack in the door. The boy’s cock had to be nine inches at least. Melissa just couldn’t stop staring. Jeremy was naked on Katie’s bed. Katie had her back to the door, straddling Jeremy’s face as he ate her. She felt more than alive; she felt powerful. The sounds of talking grew louder as she neared the end of the hall. Ophelia could hear the click of her boot heels on the stone floor. The light became brighter and the smell of incense was so strong that it enveloped her like a cloud of silk. She felt herself smiling as she entered the room as if knowing exactly what she would find. She was struck by the sheer size of the room when she entered. It was done in heavy, thick, wood inlay. Black.