He gets more, determined I guess is better. I can see him get angry though, and his strength seemed to increase as that rage and frustration built. Bu... he never lost control. When the skirmish was over, he was his own goofing and laughing self again. I have been trying to get him to open up, but in most ways, he is a closed book. He never talks about his life before the Night of Madness. No real first name, no last name. Never talks about parents, siblings, lovers, jobs, anything. It’s almost. - Thank you aunt - I smiled nervously.Sophie:- Can you touch it?Alexandr:- I would like this - swallow saliva.Sophie:- Let's go to the bed. I think there will be enough space for two of us.Alexandr:- Yep.Sophie:Sat on the edge of the crib.Alexandr:I stood right in front of you.Sophie:I touch you groin.Alexandr:Light discharge pass through me when you touch me.Sophie:I smile - Sorry if I touched you sharply.Alexandr:- No, it was nice, you have gentle hands. Touch as much as you want.Sophie:Began. Jaison home is opposite to my home. He is four years younger than me. But we are very close because we know each other from small age. Versha aunty also like my friend. I always spend time in her home in my holidays. We play chess & cards with her.The story started when I was 17. Initially I didn’t have any lust on her. As Versha aunty home is small, TV and bed are in same room. Sometimes she change her dress in front of us, While We watching TV. That time Jaison age was 13. She thought me as. She moaned and said “aaahhhhh, yes maalik randi ke sath jo krna hai kro” (yes master, do whatever you want to, with your slut). At this point the husband stood and came towards us I looked at him and he stopped in mid tracks. Then remembering their love of dirty talk I said to him “chl apni randi biwi ke kapde utaar” (come and remove your slut wife’s clothes) he smiled and hurried towards her, on seeing him close the wife slapped him hard. I was utterly surprised by it but apparently it was.