I realized he was having the same issue I was when I’d woken up. He was feeling the same aching that I too required relief from. He has to piss, de...perately.I held his shaft firmly and leaned myself down over him again. “Hey.” I whispered. “It’s okay, I get it.” I explained. “Just let it go.” His eyes flew open, and he immediately shook his head no. “Why not?” I asked quietly. “Look around. It won’t matter. Just do it, you’ll feel better.” I pleaded. He looked at me again with an expression. After a month, I returned to stay with my mom. I noticed in our neighborhood lived two young boys in their mid – 20s, maybe around 24 or 25.They often used to come to our flat. When they came to our flat for tea, mom introduced me to them as Kumar and Shoaib.She told me that how they both have helped her settle down in the flat. They have helped her get things from the market. They now often hang out at our place and play Uno or board games with mom.I, too, started knowing them more as I would. ‘I did this a couple of times with Brian,’ she said. ‘He liked to be measured.’ ‘Really? And just how big was he?’ ‘Seven inches long and 5 and ¼ inches around.’ ‘Quite the little mathematician, aren’t we?’ I said. ‘Are there any graphs or charts you would like me to see?’ She laughed. ‘Don’t worry, Sport,’ she replied. ‘You’ve got nothing to worry about. I can tell just by looking that you’re bigger than him.’ Fucking right, I thought to myself. She turned on the overhead light and said,. She was surprised how many black people lived in the neighborhood and it seemed like every boy in her school and every male teacher were of African descent (the girl were more diverse). Tara felt a little apprehensive as to how well she'd fit in, as she had never met any black people before and already started wondering if she could bring herself to date a negro and worrying how her right-wing Irish-American parents would react to it. Tara was petite at 5'4 and 105 pounds, with C-cup breasts on.