I was not lucky to have k**s, but life is going on.Mire is a student from the province, he came to Beogrod to complete the school, he had to live some...here, I issued it to the room, he contacted and we agreed. A very normal guy, he has respected everything we have agreed upon, when it's late, let me know, just to not scare me when it dares to dawn. Once I accidentally entered the house, the bathroom door was open to him, my devil did not give me peace, I had to see what it was like. An average. It was routine for me to change and go right online these days so I had it timed perfectly. As I leaned back against my headboard with my laptop across my legs I clicked on my bookmarks and then on the link. I really needed to talk to him now. I wondered how he would feel about me telling my girlfriends about him. Would it make him not come to the festival? I logged in and leaned my head back, closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. I didn’t look at the screen until I heard a chime letting. I hate being watched. Of course, that’s not true under all circumstances, but I stand by the sentiment.“How’s that?” he asks playfully, looking downward only with his eyes.He is halfway hard, almost at my command. I’m going to have to test if that works regularly… “Nicely done,” I say and grab his growing shaft. I give it a squeeze and a couple of good jerks before I throw it back at him. He’s dazed, but he stays standing. That’s fun. I like that. “Let’s go.”“Where?” he asks.“I’m going. She arrived and I was a little shocked by her appearance, she was more over weight than she used to be, she looked very much her age, 59, and she walked with a limp, apparently resulting in a car accident some years ago. Anyway as we talked about our lives she said her husband had had a stroke some 5 years ago and he was bed ridden and she looks after him 24/7 but she gets one day off a week when his c***dren look after him for her.I told her how sorry I was and she started to cry, I got a.