I had about 45 minutes of rush hour traffic to handle before I got on the highway. 10:10, that was going to be the earliest I could make it, traveling...the speed limit. I figured that I could cheat, and run a few miles an hour over the limit, and still not have to worry to much about getting a ticket, so I chose to drive an extra 5 miles an hour. I figured that should get me there shortly before 10:00 PM. I loosened my tie to help me relax as I drove. We had tried to get the boat for the next. My house is in suburbs of a famous city in North Kerala and has a calm and better atmosphere. My parents were in Dubai since my father is employed as GM in a MNC Co. Nobody was in our house after the death of my grandmother in Feb 2002. My elder brother is also left in March 2002 since he got an assignment in Australia as a Computer Engineer.So they also requested Rajan to stay in our house since I was alone. It was a big house with a big compound around 5 acres. We were staying in the big. Before she sat down, she untied her sarong and folded it up, undid her board shorts and dropped them to her ankles. She sat down and slid her bikini bottoms over to the side to expose herself to me and began to rub herself slowly.I glanced back at the video, over at Amy, and then turned to the problem "in hand." I closed my eyes and pictured the woman in the video in my mind. With my eyes still closed I leaned forward and searched until the head brushed my lips. I darted out my tongue and. I need to get some kind of special edge. What I really need to do is talk to someone who knows his penis intimately, and how best to pleasure it. All his most sensitive spots, his favorite techniques ... Maybe then I'd have half a chance of not making a complete fool of myself.But who? Amy? That would be the logical choice, but it's just too weird. "Hey, Amy, can you show me all your best moves so I can steal 'em and use 'em on your boyfriend when you're not busy with him?" God, that is just.