It was one of my distant cousins who once drugged me by mixing sleeping pills in my milk and tried removing my clothes during night. He was just able ...o open the knot of my salwar and slide it down to my knees, when somebody woke up and he had to leave. In the morning, when I woke up, I saw my salwar down and me in my panty. As I was unaware, to who has done this, I hurriedly wore my salwar back.Later during the day, I found him smelling my wet panty which I had hanged on our terrace for drying. But as each day passed, I thought about it less. Nothing was happening at home either, still no intimacy. So cycling became my new sex, and my two wheels were my lover. Together we traveled on our journey each day. And sex itself became a fond memory.August 14 , 2010. A Saturday morning. The sun rose and I arose too. No need to shower before I rode, since I’d work up a good sweat in a couple of miles anyway. Brushed my teeth and put on my gear. A red cycling jersey that made my upper body look. “There you are!” he said as greeted me with a kiss and hug. He was so dirty, so sweaty and so very sexy. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “You were incredible!” I told him as I rubbed his shoulders. “You always say that,” he replied sheepishly. “Only because it’s true!” I reminded him with playful sternness. He started unbuttoning his uniform as he walked into the locker room. I followed close behind, but he quickly turned me away. “I. Your dick is just too small, it just rattles around in my pussy.”“Okay then, how about a nice blowjob?”“Just sit down on the couch and pull it out. After you take one of your little blue pills”I walk over and get on my knees in front of his minute little cock. It’s barely thicker than my index finger, and tree inches long, erect. I give it two or three licks, and power vacuum it into my mouth. Thirty seconds later, he is done, and I swallow the feeble trickle of cum.“Okay boss my pay now.”I.