As I passed Carrie’s bedroom window, I caughtsomething out of the corner of my eye. Carrie, sat on the floor, Conan, laying on his side and Carrie s...ocking his cock. His pink glistening member protruding from it’s sheath. (What the fuck was going on?) I questioned myself. Conan got up, pushed Carrie over and tried to mount her. Luckily she managed to wriggle free from under him, much to the dogs dismay. I shot into the house and into Carrie’s room. “What the fuck are you up to?” I asked.. Like I said I am no different, when I first seen the rusted blue 89 Honda pull over to the side of the road to answer the call of my outstretched arm holding a fist with the thumb extended. When I first seen the car I couldn't help but think how my luck sucked. I imagined some sixty year old pothead who looked like a burnt out Woody Allen. stiff neck, dirty eye glasses, dirty clothes, a face like an are complete with a long, greasy, bushy beard. But much to my surprise that is not what I got.. I'm kissing his shaft and work my way up to the tip. My tongue slowly moves in circles licking his tip while I'm looking up at him, straight into his eyes. I then place my lips on the tip of his dick and gently suck it while rubbing his shaft. I hear him moan, which motivates me more and I push my head down a little further, taking in more of his length. He puts his hand on the back of my head as I'm bobbing my head up and down, letting his dick slide in and almost all the way out of my mouth.. Next steps though were a little difficult.Karan: Hi Akriti, it was nice to meet you in the party..Akriti: Yes, nice to see you too.Karan: I don’t like parties too much. I prefer sitting somewhere and talking to my close ones.Akriti: Exactly, that’s much better.The initial conversation felt very awkward but it was my first step towards a bigger goal. I made it a point to chat to her every day and finally we exchanged phone numbers. That increased the frequency of our chats. We met a few times.