There were little hairs over them and ankit was still standing shivering like and trembling his legs. I held his tool firmly and tried to make bow fro... hand. He started maoning and said to me a very strange thing that “yaar please kuchh dirty lines bol, mujhse ruka nhin ja raha h?”I also wanted to say some thing vulgar words that time to enjoy it fully. I asked ankit about what u wish to talk and say freely he told me that he wanted to talk about neetika that time one of girl who used to study. They went into the lounge and I followedcrawling on the floor like a baby. I needed to urinate butwas trying my hardest to hold on. I remembered the lasttime that I had been made to wear a nappy and the clammywet feeling that I had had to endure whilst trapped in it.I was hoping and praying that they did not intend to keepme in the baby clothes all night. They all sat aroundwatching the TV whilst I lay on the floor at their feet.I could not hold on any longer and released a stream ofurine into. She struggled to master her shaking legs, and finally managing to do so, raised her beautiful peach shaped buttocks up, arching her back once more. Presenting for him so perfectly. Just as he had positioned her at the beginning, asking her to try for that spot always, as it afforded him a target he found so mesemerisingly beautiful. He could see her struggling with the pain. Winning against it. Christ she turned him on so fucking hard. CRACK!! “ That’s..thr-three Sir. Thank you Sir!” Her arse. He was a happy man despite losing his wife in a car accident. I had frequented his cafe for years for conversation and the greasy gut bombs that my wife never allowed me to eat; sneaking them home to devour during football games while she was away. Eventually I sold the house full of memories at a loss, and moved into an apartment in town to await my own demise.One particular rainy afternoon when the loneliness was becoming overwhelming, I donned my rain gear and took a stroll over to the café..