Sie liegt immer noch zusammengerollt und am ganzen Leib zittern da und starrt mich ängstlich an.„Na was denn, Kleine, hast du etwa Angst vor mir? M...sst du nicht, ehrlich. Ich tu dir nicht weh. Jedenfalls nicht, wenn du brav das machst, was ich dir sage. Verstehst du, was ich meine?“Ich sehe sie fragend an und spiele vielsagend mit meinem Messer. Sie nickt unmerklich.„Du musst schon richtig antworten, mein Schatz, sonst könnte ich dich falsch verstehen, und das willst du doch nicht, oder?“„Ich…. Meri wife Madhu poori nangi haalat mein hoti hai, aur uski chut aur gaand varnish mein lipti hoti hai.Wo usko usi situation mein dheere se gate khol kar baahar laate hai. Meri wife bina kisi virodh ke un sab ka sath dete hue bathroom se baahar aati hai. Israar sir meri nangi wife ki taraf Ishara karte hue mere dost ko kehte hai- Israar sir: Mujhe abhi iske sath aur holi khelni hai. Lekin bathroom mein nahi baahar. Ye abhi poori nangi hai. Isko baahar le chalo. Sab ke saamne iski chudai. ‘Yyaaaggh!’ she gasped as my purple helmet slid through her ring and lodged in her rectum. I paused to let her get used to it. Actually, her pucker was clenched so tight that I was in danger of cumming. Both of us were panting. ‘Take it out!’ she gasped. ‘You’re too big, Mr D!’‘Hang on k**,’ I said soothingly. ‘It’ll get better in a minute.’ I reached forward and slid a finger in her mouth. She sucked it desperately and I fitted in another then gently fucked them back and forth. After a moment,. ‘You know, being that way was always something weird or crazy.’ She had a point. Girls at our school who were gay were always shunned, or f***ed to live with their natural ambitions in agonizing silence. I had a few times wondered if Cindi was this way, but being so wrapped up in the day to day events of a teenager superseded those significant matters of the heart. I felt so bad for my dear friend… How did I ever not see this? Why didn’t I look for this, or better yet, why didn’t I follow up.