This story will be narrated in tamil so some boys and girls can enjoy tamil readers enjoy this and give me a feedback to Idu oru real story nu solalam...en friend enkita sona ava husband died before 4years apo avanga son oru 13 age dha .(im narrating as she does) na oru middle class family enaku oru paiyan irukan avan ipo 12 mudichutu vitula irukan inum konjam months la engineer join paniduvan enaku en husband pona apram en son matum dha enaku .Avana nala padika vechitu irukanen enga kita iruka. She trailed her hair slowly down his chest, across his crotch and down his legs tickling his thighs, all the way to his feet and then back up to his crotch and her eyes seductively met his again.Stephanie slung her hair from side to side letting the end of her soft hair tickle and arouse John’s very erect pulsating penis. She then took his testicles in her hand softly stroked them as her tongue began to just barely tease the end of John’s hard cock.He moaned out loud and sighed. Stephanie’s. If Monique was a lesbian why was she hanging outwith me? I was going to ask what had happened last night and how did Iend up in the skirt but this was a unexpected direction and it threw me.The conversation was quickly going out of my control."We meet last year in college. She, well she introduced me to a side ofmyself I didn't know existed. I was out at a sociology faculty partyand she walked up to me and handed me a drink. We started talking andnext thing I know we were out the door and. I met Cheryl during one of my fact finding missions to a rest home. Enthusiastic and curious, she assisted me during my interviews, often able to extract critical information with ease. During a break over a cup of surprisingly well brewed coffee, I learned she was woefully inexperienced and had conceded to spend her life void of sexual fulfillment. We connected immediately, and I disclosed my research motives and objectives which she gleefully acknowledged and vowed her complete support. .