Before I signed up I found myself drawn repeatedly to a blog by a woman named Lisa. She would detail her exploits of teasing, indulging, deflowering, ...nd defiling young inexperienced boys. She had this cute little street sign as her avatar that said "Cougar Xing" (though cute would be the wrong word to describe her sensual appetite), and I usually would feel my pulse quicken and pants tighten whenever I would click on that yellow diamond. It got to the point where I could be on the treadmill at. Main ghusa ja rah tah face tu uncle ka tahpur gand kis ki thi abi nai maloom para tah.uncle kisi kutay ki taran chat ray tay main sumj gya k uncle aaj rang ralian mana ray hain,ub jub wo gand wali ghomi tu muj ko 440 watt ka jhatka laga or main girtay girtay bacha,wo mayree respectable mom thien,o shit main kaha k yeh kia main tu dreams main bhi na sooch saktah k mom aisa karain gee,lakin wo ker rahi thin,dil tu kia k ja ker un ko patanai kia karoon per aik or cheez bhi mayray under hagi wo thi. I slowly stood up and went round to her side of the table, I know there were no meetings today but I did not lock the door. The thought of someone coming in and finding us only added to my high.I stood right in front of Reena and inched forwards between her splayed legs, she was still flicking her growing bean with her right hand and with her left she hungrily tried to grab my caged manhood. I stopped her from doing this and slid my right hand down her top and into her bra, just as I had. You’re working late tonight, aren’tyou, Billu? Mr. Cucci usually brings things up himself when I call thislate.”“No,” I answered, “this is my last delivery. I go home after this.”“Oh?,” Sarita said with a touch of irony in her voice. “I guess your maa hasdinner waiting?”“Nah,” I answered, “Mom won’t be home for a couple of hours yet. I justhave to read a few pages of History, and then watch some TV until she getshome.”Sarita looked at me strangely for a moment, and then her face changed.