“Stephen King has a semi-new one, but it’s not very good…” she says, breaking him from thought. He watches her. His cock stiffens as he thinks...of breaking her out of her shell, turning her into a whore. “What’s your name?” He asks, smiling. “Alice,” She says, blushing, looking at her feet. He’s harder now, the thought of how shy she is turns him on so much. “I’m Mark,” he says. When she goes to turn her head to smile at him, he leans in for a passionate kiss. He forces his tongue between her. Now the time came, when my parents had to go for my cousin’s marriage at my village in Jaipur. So both my mom dad left for cousin’s marriage for a month because being rajput we have so many traditions and rituals before and after marriage. Now i am staying alone at my home, so I have to prepare food myself. I use to have bread, omelet, milk as a regular breakfast.So, for that I daily go to sharmaji’s shop to purchase egg, bread and butter. It became a daily routine for me. One day when i got to. He takes a quick hit as well, but I usher him on with “naaa dawg—hit it good yo” Mark looks at me and grins. I figure being a few years older than me, he was probably way ahead of me, and knew exactly what I was doing. As long as he participated, I guess that was good :)After about 15 minutes we were both rubbing our bulges through our jeans. Legs slightly spread, with my left and his right slightly rubbing against each other. We finished up the joint, with Mark smoking most of it. I jumped up. She straightened up and looked straight at Harry, then beckoned to him. He didn’t respond immediately and realised that it was fear, or awe, or a combination of both, which held him back. But the woman beckoned again, peremptorily and, reluctantly, he rose to his feet and stepped into the circle.As he passed between two of the stones, he felt a curious, indescribable sensation. The nearest he could come to it was remembering a science experiment in school involving a generator of static.