I’ll be the judge of that. Take your shirt off.” Crossing his arms and reaching to his sides he pulled the baggy, ugly sweatshirt off, slowly reve...ling a magnificent 12 back of abs, chiseled pectorals that flexed with the motions of his arms, pitted shoulders that burst with visible muscle chording, and a pair of biceps that looked ready to burst. He seemed virtually hairless oddly enough, but it didn’t look like he’d shaved anything. In some ways he looked so much older than 18, in others so. "Baby, I told you it wasn't going to hurt you, now just remember to totally relax your throat and keep it totally relaxed and you'll find how much easier it will be and how much more you're gonna fucking love me fucking your throat baby!!" So, again I follow his command and it's clear now that he can feel and or sense when I've relaxed and opened up my throat and that's his que to shove that, throat loving cock of his back down my cock loving throat. This time, it does go much better. I do. She would spend time doing housework, I laid my eyes on her on a Monday afternoon when she had left home to buy some stuff, she had a figure of a goddess, she always whores a dark sari. I couldn’t stop looking, one fine day I happened to go to the same grocery shop as Savita, after gathering lots of courage, finding her struggle with the grocery I offered to help. She said “I would have dropped the bags and made a mess” I responded by saying “Not today, not when I’m watching”, my naughty smile. I wanted to know what it was like to be hugged by a guy and see a look in his eyes that I was desirable. I had a weeks’ vacation coming up and finally called Jane to ask her opinion on what I should do. She immediately said that I should come visit her and they would show me around the big city where they lived. After some deliberation, I decided I need a change and flew to visit her. Her husband Jack picked me up at the airport and I could not take my eyes off of him. He was so good looking I.