I took a hand mirror, pulled my legs back as far as I could and looked at my ass. It was still stretched and loose from the poundings Carl had given i... the night before. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought about how I was always very attracted to women, and never really thought about doing anything “gay”. And now, all of a sudden, I was a little bitch for this old Black man. I did all of the. I had earned respect from my Dad which caused him to trust me and allowed him to be away as often as he was. I knew the alternatives if I wasn’t trusted, they had been voiced to me precisely. And it didn’t involve freedom anywhere near the kind I had now. Bringing a spotty boy into the picture would put serious question marks on his trust in me. I wouldn’t lie to him either. So whilst I wasn’t running off with the nearest boy who asserted any kind of interest in me like my friends were, I. Bhawna: Mmmm, woh to hai hi jo ise aur mazedar bana rahi hai.Neetu: To fir mujhe bhi chahiye!Bhawna: Kya?Neetu: Teri swaad, iske lund se!Bhawna upar mere taraf dekh boli: Par ye to mera bhai hai.Neetu: Oh come on Bhawna, ab muh mein le sakti ho to aur kahi kyu nahi?Bhawna ab bhi Neetu ke samne sharm ka dhong kar rahi thi. Neetu uthi aur Bhawna ko khada kar mere upar baithati hui boli: Zyada natak mat kar Bhawna. Chal le ise andar aur chup chap maze kar.Ye kahti hui Bhawna ko woh mere upar. Even though I could no longer see her, the image was burning in my head. A new hunger was consuming me, a need to see more. I had never felt like this before and... Wow! She walked over to me after putting the rag down in the sink. "So what is all of this for? Is this what happens when you spill tea?" She reached down and touched the bulge in my pants. I would have jumped out of my skin, but she had leaned over and I could see straight down the top of the nightie all the way to the floor and.