If she was getting close to midnight curfew, she'd call.Once I heard the squealing girls squealing away, I picked up the phone. I called Lizzy's house... Every time I called, I'd be afraid about who I'd have to talk to first. Her dad scared me, but at least he didn't like to waste his time. After about twenty seconds of grilling me, he would either hand me over to Lizzy, or just hang up. Her mom was freaky at the other end of the scale. She'd engage me in conversations that could go on for twenty. I was too nervous to come and sonaturally he won; although that ofcourse wasn't the objective.He was, or seemed, amazed at mystroke method...which was my grippingmy cock with the first four fingers,no pinky, and grabbing my dick fromover the top of my head rather thanaround the shaft. Of course my fingertips secured my shaft. Then I strokein both an up & down way, but alsoin a kind of twisting motion. At thesame time.Anyway he asked if I'd demonstrate.I did by beginning to stroke myself,knowing. She held me by placing her hands under my arms and said, ‘Which other woman you have seen naked, other than your mom?’ (‘Tui tor make chhara ar kon meyeke nangto dekhechhis?’) I answered, ‘Lots of girls in the porno magazines. But I don’t like those shaved girls. Once we went to a picnic and five six of us took bath at a time in the bathroom. Everyone was stark naked. That’s the time I saw all types of naked bodies.’ (‘Osobhyo magazine e onek nagto meye dekhechhi. Kintu oi kamano chehara gulo. Vo bahut hot and sexy thi bt mai kabhi usky bary aysa sochta nhi tha m jyda tar group mai rahta tha to mujhy jyda baat ni kr pati thi ek din usny mera cell no manga many usy apna no. diya aur ghar k laiy nikal ny laga tb varsha boli ki aaj m apni di k sath aayi thi bt vo kahi busy horny k karn receive krny ni aa paygi to kya tum mujhy gahr drop kar do gay many kaha tihk hai Vo meri bike mai baith gai rasty mai ham baat karty ja rahy thy vo mery bary mai janan chati thi many hr chiz bta di rasty.