”Terri’s eyes widened. “Joanna Kafkasian,” she repeated. “Wow, for a dork you’re punching well above your weight. Prom with Cayenne Procto... followed by a night with Joanna Kafkasian. Wow!”“Mum’s grounded me for a week,” I admitted. “Better put some decent clothes on, we’re eating out tonight.”“Where are we going?”“I don’t know. It was Dad’s decision. I need to get changed too.”As I peeled myself out of Terri’s hug, I belatedly realised how comforting the warmth of her body had been. Returning. Just as things were going real nice, the creature on her shoulder, reached out, and grabbed a little fist-full, of my hair, and began to pull!!!!!!!! I became rapidly aware, of an intense pain, which made my eyes water, as he continued trying to free the hair from my head. I struggled to get a glimpse of my attacker, through my watering eyes. I believe, that I briefly saw him, leaning back, muscles straining, laughing wildly, as he tore at my hair. The pain grew more intense as the attack. A lump formed in my throat and I went to turn away. But I suddenly found I couldn't. I felt my palms get sweaty and a hole open in my stomach. My crotch started to tingle and for some reason I froze, watching this old guy humping my grandmother like there was no tomorrow.His head was burried in the pillow on her right side as he thrust away. It was very sloppy as my grandmother just seemed to ly there. And yes, on her face I could see that bored look. But I also could see her nice big tit. Also for the first time i brought some porn DVD. After they leave home everyday i started to enjoy a lot of porn and masturbation.Few days later i started to feel that i need to do something real erotic in my real life. It was a two stored building and we lived in the first floor. In the ground floor the owner lived with their only daughter who was around 26 or 27 doing her masters in bengali literature. Don’t think that having any sort of relation was even in my dream. But what was interesting.