I’m a regular reader of this site and I think this is the time for me to post my own stories that happened in my life. About me, 5”4, Built and fa...r in complexion. I stay away from my parents and I work in a reputed MNC in Chennai. I had my girl friend with me for the past 4 years and now we are separated and I’m left alone now. During the 4 years of our relationship we might have had love at least 1000 times. I didn’t know the extract times as I don’t count this thing.About my girl; she is. " No, she didn't mean to hurt me. It's just she doesn't know her own strength."She looked at me doubtfully, "I hope you're right Bert, but I don't want to see you get hurt."We said goodbye and wandered off home. It was nice that Vicky was such a good friend and concerned for my wellbeing, but I was sure Lisa would be okay. She just needed time to adjust.The next morning at school Lisa met me at the gate, but she seemed distant. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say anything. She just. The world spun around me as my best friend's mother unfastened the button of my denim shorts. The zipper rasped as my fly opened. I groaned as she shoved her hand inside. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties. “Ooh, you're shaved,” she said as she crossed my pubic mound. “Mmm, I like that. I'm shaved, too. I like the feel of being bare.”“Makes it... easier to tape up,” I moaned. “Less painful.”She winced. “Like a wax and...” She slid her hand over my cock tucked against my pussy.. Cindy wanted to say goodbye, but did not have the courage to do so. Instead, she unlocked the door of the apartment where she lived with her mom, and Timothy followed her inside.Cindy was embarrassed by the smell of beer and sweat in the dark living room. She did not want to turn on the lights, and instead grabbed Timothy's hand to guide him to her bedroom, which at least was tidier and had a window she could open to let in some fresh air.As they passed the kitchen, Timothy heard a heavy.