Therewere four nice streams pooled in my palm. As Irecovered, I walked up to Jim and showed him my loadand then showed the others. They each nodded wi...happroval. They told me to just stand there for a whileand I reluctantly watched as my elixir turned clear assperm does after a while.“Now, eat it for us,” Jim commanded.I slowly brought my palm to my mouth and in one lick,got every drop into my mouth. I got down on my knees infront of them to show my full mouth. I love to open. My eyes were full of water. But I felt good to have relieved myself of my thoughts in front of my best friend. I was just absent in my emotions and felt Gayatri’s hand coming towards me.She held my head with her soft hands and looked into my eyes. “Rahul, listen here. No need to cry, baby. I can understand your feelings. I know you will never hurt me. You care for me. It’s okay, Rahul,” She added “ I understand your fantasy. Everyone has one, and it’s okay.”Gayatri comforted me. She hugged me. Muje yakeen hai uski awaaz bahar jaa rahi thi. Yeh soch ke mera lauda air bhi kadak ho raha tha. Maine ruchi ki bra kholne ki koshish ki toh nh khul rahi thi toh maine uski bra phad di aur side mein phek di.Ab uske nange boobs mere saamne the. Maine usko bed pe litaya aur uske upar chad gaya aur uske boobs ko choosne laga chaatne laga dabane laga. Uske nipples ko bite karne laga. Ruchi pagal ho rahi thi iss sab se. Phir mein uske tummy ko chaatne laga phir aur neeche gaya aur ruchi ki salawar. After those twenty minutes, Mr. Monet threw away his paintbrush. He looked at me, twitching his head as a way of summoning me. I walked towards him, around the easel, and looked at his work. It was the most impressive painting. It seemed to consist of only one smooth line, as if he had never taken the brush off of the canvas. It was unmistakingly me, the girl in the painting. It was my body, my face, my hair. Mr. Monet had painted me. As I was staring at the canvas, I felt him touching me. He.