He has Dutch apple, with vanilla ice cream on the side. It's warm and I watch his ice cream melt, a spreading white puddle around the golden filling s...illing out. Neither of us is in a hurry to eat. I pick at mine slowly, little bits at a time. I mix my cream and sugar into my coffee, watching it swirl into a wonderful milky caramel color."I'd love to Top you," he says it, just like that.Out of the blue. No talk about the weather, no meaningless chitchat about school or pets. We both know what. Due to my job requirements, I often have to attend conferences in various cities. It was in the month of October 2016 I had to go on a trip to Delhi for a meeting. As I was completing the boarding formalities, a girl happened to bump me with her luggage.Of course, it was by mistake as I know I am not that handsome. The girl apologized immediately and I, being a gentleman respected that. We exchanged smiles and it was that time that something had clicked inside me. It was a late night flight and. I had heard that it is not possible to pinpoint the exact moment thatthe change is triggered. But I was pretty sure it was triggered at thatmoment. As I watched the busses pull away, I felt something. There wasa shift in my body, and I was vaguely aware that, suddenly, I feltdifferent. "Will the Commutee and his parents please rise and come to the front ofthe sanctuary," the priest said. My parents and I stood, my mom tugging at her skirt to smooth it beforestepping out of the pew. . As she started to climb up one rung at a time he saw her little white panties were wedged up the crack of her small rounded arse, her thigh gap showing the tight fabric between her legs, he could see a few stray hairs poking out the sides and he knew he was now sporting a tent pole at the front of his robe, he held the sides of the ladder as she went up another rung.She seemed to push her arse out as she took the next rung and poor old Roger was now so close to her arse he could smell the.