So not boring you much, I’ll just jump to the story. So here it is! 


So, here I was in my 19th year of life, just experiencing my ultimate f...ntasy. Well let me start from the beginning. I’m Rohan average built with wheatish complexion and a gentleman’s chivalry with it. And my neighbor, the so called “ultimate fantasy” wheatish complexion about 38 years old and a super duper figure with it! Her name is Anshita. And with a super duper figure, I mean ample amount of fat at the right places. She. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was. Then she told him she was in her bed, nice and warm. (She was such a tease sometimes) Then she asked him if he was bed too? He told her yes and that he was thinking of her and that helped him stay warm while he played with his cock. (Two could play that game you little sexy pot!)They talked and while they talked K began to rubbing her pussy. She wondered if he was jerking off. She blushed and thinking that and was a little afraid to ask that question so she asked him first: “What do you wear to. "Honestly Kevin," Polly was working herself up quite nicely. "You are going to have to be more forthcoming about all of this, or I will be forced to make Hamilton order you to." She smiled when she said it, but I knew she was totally serious.I waited for Hawk to put his foot down, and he did ... eventually. "Polly, I think Kevin is bound by certain rules of secrecy, and no matter how hard you press him, I doubt he will violate the privacy agreement he signed."That put a damper on her pumping me.