I could make out that she was still in shock. Later we got home and she started crying and mom consoled her, After one week she got okay and was feeli...g a little bit happy. She had plenty of degrees in mathematics.She applied for a faculty post in an entrance coaching center and she got the job. She was happy, mom was happy and me too. But my mom asked what will she do about the job when she goes back. Shehna aunty told mom that she’s not going back home.She had already rented the first floor. I myself spent a considerable amount of time wandering the route that the operation would take, making innocuous notes about possible problems and advantages. Finally, we made several dry runs with the snatch team to iron out any kinks.Jean had let me do all the actual planning, but of course, with lots of "suggestions" and input from his experience. I had no doubt that every last element of my plan and operation was intimately scrutinized by himself in massive depth. I didn't have a part in. . His hand is on my crotch and I'm hard - was hard before he touched me. Was hard when he sat down to talk to me. I'd wondered. For the longest time. I'd wondered. I tried dating girls. I kissed a few. I just... it just doesn't work. After a certain age, I watched men more. And then, more subtly, I heard my parents talking late at night. After they saw me checking out a man. Fighting. Arguing. Wondering if I was gay. I am. I want him. This man that smells faintly of cologne. "Yes," I tell him.. The challenge is to guess which is which.”“Who cares about the challenge? I’d get to fuck Sandy for ten seconds.”“Maybe longer if they want to switch for the night.”“Wow! You think Sandy would do that?”“I’d bet on it.”"Oh, Jesus!" Jim said as he rubbed the boner that had grown in his pants.- - - - -That weekend we played Guess That Cock and Sandy knew right away that mine was her first one. Wanda guessed Jim’s as well.“Well, maybe that was too easy. Now let’s play Guess That Pussy.”After.