Although our teacher spent lots of time and energy on me, I finally decided to quit before I break my backbone. So I decided to do what I do best and ...tarted searching for fun. I spent some time at the restaurant, then the internet cafe and then the pub. I was working my gay radar over time trying to locate someone looking for cock. Finally our eyes met in the crowd, there was a brown-haired man sitting a few tables away with his girlfriend. They were having a romantic holiday I guess and I. I had been to Dad’s sisters in Madras (now Chennai) place during summer vacations when I was studying my Engineering and was about 19 years old.After the morning sex with my auntie, I took bath and came to the dining room. I sat on the chair and Mandhira saw me, served me breakfast. She had a new glow on her face. Why shouldn’t she be, she got fucked nicely by me after 10 long years and she had surrendered herself to me.I saw the maid busy in the kitchen washing the utensils. Mandhira came with. She knew she had to fill the void so she went back to her normal routine. She went running.Isabella’s feet hit the pavement to the beat of the music coming through her headphones. She set a steady but brisk pace for herself. While not a trackstar, she outran several of the regulars on her morning runs. Up ahead she saw her finish line- a picturesque pond just past the boundary of the woods where the running trail wound through.She mentally urged herself to keep the pace until the end. She sat. My mind imagined him sitting at a desk in a large government department, grudgingly complying with the bosses orders and then heading home to a dominant wife who had sent him out to walk her dog. He was followed by a group of three thirty something’s, one woman with two men. All dressed in their work clothes, chatting and walking fast. Definitely heading down to a trendy bar to have a couple of drinks before driving to a local quiet spot where they would enjoy the thrill of slowly peeling off .