Me: I am sorry, I forgot to lock the door.Avant laughed out loud and went back to his room. I was nervous about facing Swapna again and I did not have...any excuse or reason that I could give her because she saw it with her own eyes. I wasn’t prepared but I had to go out. I gathered some courage and came out of the washroom. I was taking steps slowly because of my nervousness.I moved into the drawing-room and I saw my friend’s mom sitting there with a stern face and watching the TV. I was scared. Another classic is the two girls who shared an office at the end of the corridor, one, Miss Lynn, so bosomy She made my penis weep every time I saw Her in Her tight tops. I guess She knew my obsession with Her – which culminated in a compulsive and highly-risky mac-wank seeing Her and Her friend leave work one evening – and on this occasion they chose to talk about an experience with some bloke who’d tried to ‘get off’ with Her the previous evening. It was something along the lines of attempted. I laughed quietly and moved my head back a few inches,but took her hand in mine. She didn't pull it back. You win some and you losesome. I used my fingers to slowly caress hers, feeling her silver rings andlong, black fingernails. In spite of her supposed shame she didn't make a gestureto move away from me, she accepted me. And when I used my other hand to gentlylift her skirt up and start touching her behind her back, she closed her eyesand a very soft "No , please don't" escaped her crimson. . . Main ye nahi sahan kar sakti. . . . Abb maine usse apne goad mein uthaya aur bedroom mein leke gaya. . . . . . . . . Aur bed pe leta diya. Maine mera shirt banyan aur jeans nikaldi aur main surf under wear pe rehe gaya. Mera lund kisi garam lohe ki tarah ekdum tight khada tha. . . . . Amrutane apna baya haat apne akkho pe rakha tha aur ro rahi thi. Maine usse uthake bed per bhitaya aur uske haath mere lund pe rakh diye. . . . . . . . . Usne jhatse haath nikal liye. . . . . . Abb main uske.