30 am ki me 7 amMumbai pahucha or mere room me jate hi me bathroom me gaya or chachi ke boobs ko yaad karke 2 bar mutt mari tab jake mere lund sant hu... me 3 mahine tak Mumbai me tha 3 mahine me jab bhi me rat ko sota tha mere ko chachi ke boobs yad aa jate the or me muth mar kar sant kar deta tha 3 mahine baad jab me ghar vapas gaya tab me sabse pahle chachi ke pass gaya or me 3 hour tak chachi ke ghar beitha raha ki kab chachi ka pallu niche gire me boobs dekh saku meri kismat achi or vo. His hands fondled my tits, and then he leaned in to suck on my nipples. I moaned loudly as this young man sucked and squeezed my tits. With Ben’s lips attached to my nipple and his hands grabbing my tits I let my hand on his thigh roam higher up his leg. Ben moaned as my hand found the hard lump in his shorts. I traced his cock though his shorts and felt it grow. Ben wasn’t completely hard but he was getting there quickly. He sat up when I squeezed his cock through his pants. Ben looked me in. Some had white jackets. Monica finished quickly and headed out. I tried not to look rushed, but I didn't want to loose her. After dumping my tray in the designated area (just like in elementary school), I went out into the hall and entered the training center. I expected the worst, but was surprised to find a small sloping lecture hall with a stage, podium, white board, and screen. I spent the next two hours watching a training video. Most of it was narrated by Tripp. We were told how to act. I decided that it had been too long since I had a drink. There were no frat boys to come and make me a drink so I had to do the mixing myself, though I’m sure I made it too strong. Despite the soda I could still smell the stinginess of whiskey in the cup. ‘It’ll make me drunk faster,’ I concluded before taking multiple swigs from it. I sat down on the loveseat across from the couch that Jace laid on. He stopped flipping the channel when some teenage movie came on. It resembled a lot like my.