When I got to the Park there was nobody in the first toilet block so I continued. After a couple of minutes I entered the second and went and stood at...the urinal. It was quiet. Slowly I unzipped my trousers and took my cock out, pretending to pee. There was nobody there but at least it felt good. In the silence I started to wank myself, still looking over my shoulder in case anyone came in. I decided to try and pee and let out a short stream. I heard footsteps. Someone walked towards the urinal. . I felt miserable, thoughts of never being with her again poisoned my mind. I masturbated more than ever thinking of Carrie. I would rub my cock raw sometimes. It hurt to masturbate but I never stopped....until..... I'm not sure how it happened but one day in study hall a girl asked me out. Gina. She was a cute girl, long curly blonde hair, had big front teeth, she was fair skinned (like me), taller than me by four inches, she had very thick hips, legs, and calves but a very thin upper body. The Sindhi couple just got married and had a baby in a year. They were not like a typical Sindhi family with multiple generations living together and owning a business. Uncle chose to be selected in Government Service.So they lived in a nuclear family. Both good looking around 25 years of age. Aunty was approximately 170 cm, taller than an average Indian female and Uncle was her good match. I used to go to their home to play with the baby. And you know babies get hungry every hour.Aunty used to. Greg did not seem to notice the effect his mention of Deacon's name had had on me. And I did not have too much time to think about it as Greg slid upward as I knew he would, as he always does as soon as I orgasmed and slid his penis into me and began the short strokes, usually 10 to 15, before he tightened and I felt his semen seeping into my vagina. Perhaps anticlimax is appropriate as Greg climbed off and went to use the bathroom as he always does. The vibrations deep in my womb were still.