I’m tired of people looking at my face and thinking maybe I’ve got leprosy or something bad and hating me and they don’t even know me. I met Ale... and I thought maybe there was a chance we could love each other and now I don’t know. I just want to leave and never come back. I’m just tired of screwing up everything.”Alex: “Please, Mikey, don’t feel bad. I don’t want you to leave.”Mr. Andreas: “Michael, you haven’t screwed up. What I just heard proves what your father told me: that you’re one of. I wanted you so badly but knew that this was extremely naughty and dangerous, what if you were just leading me on, what if you only wanted to wank and not actually do it, if you did was I going to be able to get my big 8” up into that tight little cunt of yours, after all you had only had a bottle end, your fingers and a carrot up so far and probably hadn’t been using tampons for that long either.Fuck it I thought I would just go along with it and see how far you wanted to go so it was you who. “Left? To where?” I frowned.“Temples. Malls. Movies. Saree shops… Who cares. They’re off to wherever middle-aged women go when they’re feeling bored. The important thing is…. You’re spending the day with me.”As he said it, he took a sip of his coffee and came up to me. I tried to take a few steps back, but he was too quick. Wrapping his arms around my waist as I arced my body backwards. He pressed open mouth on mine and pinched my waist hard.I opened my mouth to moan, and a stream of instant. Jui was wet with sweat. It was the month of June and the weather was humid. We both were sweating a little. Jui’s sweat glistened against the dim light that came from the TV. She had hair on her underarms. She was starting to get mature now. I was completely hard by then. I licked her breasts and sucked them gently. Jui was lying on the couch as an obedient child.I slid my hands under her pajama and started to remove it. She never wore underwear at home. Her vagina was tight, unlike her mother,.