Finally Chris' cock was over the sink itself and he ran his hand down the length of his jutting monster in order to milk out the last dollop of cum. E...en that last drop was more than an ordinary man would have produced altogether.Chris grabbed a paper towel and began to clean off his wilting cock. He heard a sort of choking sound from the other side of the kitchen, and when he turned he saw his mother with her hand clasped over her mouth. She looked as though she was having some sort of fit.. I began teaching her son from that day itself. Every day I and her son would sit in the hall to study. Many a times Nazma would come and sit in front of us doing some house work like cutting vegetables or knitting etc. Many days passed and I never missed a day to go and teach her son. All these days I did only two things teach her son and gaze his mother’s luscious body. Many a times I had witnessed her returning my stare with her stare. That time my friend was transferred to Chittagong from. The younger one was the one he really wanted. He liked the girls he raped to be uneducated about sex completely. He wanted a girl that was not only a virgin, but oblivious to the idea of sex completely. He loved the shock in their eyes when he saw what they were in for. The disgust they always had for "it" touching them. He loved the way they would squirm and fight. It just made him want them more.Cindy could feel something pressing down on her and started waking from her sleep. Before. Putting on my hair piece and putting on my (girlie) trainers for the walk to the beach.This time there were a few more visitors and I felt confident enough to venture a paddle and a then a walk in the sea up to my waist before returning to the beach.An elderly couple walked past said something I didnt quite hear and headed for the cinder track leading off the beach, I decided it was time for me to go too so I put my trainers on and headed for the cinder track.It was a lovely day and the elderly.