He hoped the frustration would end at home but unfortunately it didn't. Before he could even get inside his door he was besieged by a couple of little...kids trying to sell some crappy chocolate bars for school. He almost felt bad for yelling at them and scaring them half to death, but not quite. Salespeople annoy him even more than regular folks. Once he got in the door he found his mailbox stuffed to rim with a ton of junkmail and a notice that he would have to go down to the Post Office to. Srinu was quite. I understood he has not eaten food last 3 days. Tears came out of my eyes. Doctor said “don’t worry. Give him hot milk and some fruits” whole Night he is suffering with high temperature. I hated myself for not calling him for the last 4 days. I felt so touched to see him coming to see me when he is sick. I remembered that when ever I get fever in the hostel I used to go to my home, I feel secured there. Once I look my mother my fever will go away. Like wise, Srinivas came to. He took it all the way and g****d my hips with both hands and stretch open it for a better view."What a pussy you have." he said and bent his face between my hips and starts rimming me and putting his tongue inside me.I was so fucking relaxed. Startes finger me again and put his hand again. He fucked me slowly with his hand with pulling it all the way out and deep inside again. I felt that in every time he put it in me, he puts it more deeper and deeper. I couldn't see how far he goes, but i. He had completely neutralized the effects of that Summer with theStevensons. Shame and guilt...! That week had been a veritable orgyof shame and guilt. Well, of shame, anyway. Shame had been the pointof the game and the object of the punishment. The two girls hadopened a door for me, without realizing that that was what they weredoing, and had then slammed it shut. Now, Chris had opened it again.And, having achieved that joyful self-acceptance, I went all out.Fortunately, most of his.