"yes" he said so I gave him the keys and off we set. His driving wasn't the best and I had to help him out quiet a bit. We drove for a while and pulle... up to talk about his driving and ask him about what he does. He was still quiet but well spoken and gentle.he was looking at my legs all the time we talked. "your legs are very smooth aren't they" he said"I've never really liked hairy legs so I got them removed" I replied."can I touch them" he askedI thought this is strange but thought it can't. . no hairs.. chinky thi.. aisa lag raha tha jaise kbhi hairs hi ni aae ho uske.. clean thi.. ab mein use finger fuck de raha tha.. maine two finger uski choot mein daal di thi.. wo ab oouch oouch krne lagi.. use majaa bhi aa raha tha..Phir mein uski chut chaatne lagaa.. kya batau dosto kya chut thi.. chaatne mein aisa majaa aa raha tha ke pucho mat.. aur komal jor jor se uchalne lagi.. tadap rahi thi.. mere head ko usne chut pr dabaa dia tha.. pagal si ho gayi thi.. ab mein uski chut ko jor jor. ” May replied. “And you don’t know me.”Yup, there it was. The good old ‘you don’t know me’ line. Even for a grade nine, I could tell that was stupid and immature.“Why might they think you’re an asshole?” I asked only half-seriously.“Because you like to think you’re right about everything and have to be the best and everyone else is a dick.”Mature. “I sure as hell know why you’re an asshole. You fucking lured me out to a public place and took advantage of me right there, not taking no for an. Life was good.We were ‘shooting the breeze’ on a warm summer night in Northern France. We’d done this for several years. We’d pick a camp site, and all travel across in our motorhomes and chill out. It was a good way of ending the summer. There was no competition, Derek had a massive, luxury motorhome; Matt had a smaller, compact one; Andy always said, every year, that he didn’t think his would last another year, but it always did. He was a mechanic and his would be a classic one day, we said,.