Steve pulled back away to start undressing and as he did Wendy pulled Gary’s cock toward the bottom of the bed as if wanting him to take Steve’s p...ace. As Gary moved into position Wendy opened her eyes and looked at me and said “Are you sure this is what you want to see? You want me to be their slut?” By this time Gary was no positioning himself on top of Wendy and lifting her knees up to get in line with her soaked pussy. I just pulled my dick out and started to stroke it watching what was. If my writing or narration is BAD, I’m truly sorry and I’ll try to improvise.. Facts to know before going into the story :This is story of true incidentsThis story does not involve any sex.Short Description :Hello everyone myself “Obviously-a-fake-one”. I’m from Chennai city. I’ve completed my ” I don’t wanna say”. I am “you don’t care anyway” years from old. I’m an average Indian proportion (all parts included). I masturbate regularly. It is my only STRESS BUSTER.I don’t have a girl-friend.. Our own comments were limited to pithy andwell-practiced one liners such as "We are very happy together," "We'rehaving the serious talks that people who are in love have," and "It's tooearly to tell, but I'm pretty sure (he/she) could be the one!"A month later, the press had left, but the papparazzi still hounded us. Wewere very careful to keep the blinds in the dorm room drawn. We alsoplayed music constantly, so that our conversations wouldn't be over heard.It seemed that everyone in the dorm. And, living in a town with a large liberal arts college, he was amazed at how provocatively the young women dressed and acted. One of his favorite activities was to go to the coffee house and watch the beautiful young women walk by. He would fantasize that they could be his. A few times he built up enough courage to talk to some pretty young woman, but at best he would get a few polite words before they gathered their things and left. Sometimes they didn't even acknowledge his existence.Ahmed.