Itis Rakesh, after a long time, again. It’s been boring a few months after college. Let me tell about myself again. I am Rakesh. Age 24. Graduate an... working as a freelancer. I have a not so good-looking body though I am mediocre-looking.Sorry for the long post for but I think it is worth it. Let us jump right to it. I was bored one weekend and thought of installing a dating app. After successfully failing in my search in various dating apps like ‘Tinder’, I thought I had my luck in ‘OKCupid’.I. But now, with those small hands with their painted nails, resting on histhighs, her body leaning so closely....the pink-lipsticked lips...thatview down her cleavage to the round insides of her breasts...that look,that pleading look in her soft browneyes...he...was...overcome...by...her.His hands took her face and pulled his lips to hers. Their kiss waselectric, bringing a surging current of energy between them. It was ahungry, tasting kiss. He held her head, devouring her. His hands went. I picked Trisha up, carried her into the master bedroom, and dropped her on the bed. The candle light and lavender gave the room an intimate, romantic air. I spent a few moments kissing her neck and shoulders, running my hands over her luscious tits. I retrieved another condom from the bedside table and she rolled it on. “As much as I love the visceral thrill of taking you from behind, I want to see your beautiful face this time.” She smiled sweetly as I lay on the bed and beckoned. She climbed. Years of seclusion left her with a hunger for the outside world and although her parents were stubborn, they could see the seriousness in her eyes when she threatened to move out on her own.The nightmare didn't end there for her parents, as the only school with availability on such short notice was a public school, with a particularly bad reputation."You'll get your wish" her father had told her "But every day you need to report to us what you've learned and who you interacted with"His voice.