You are wondering at his motives for being in your flat, for taking you like this. Noticing him watching you back, assessing you; you feel the stare i... much too much, his scrutiny too intense. It is like he is gauging your soul. Blinking rapidly, you cast your eyes downward, breaking the gaze, confused. You miss the successive flashes of emotion passing through the umber depths: pleasure, protectiveness, pride, even a brief glimpse of possessiveness. Staring at his retreating groin, you seek. They had only one son and he was studying in class XII and was trying to get into an IIT. This boy used to study on the roof – so I used to see him somewhat frequently. His name, well I cannot tell it here, so let us use the name “Swami” for him. So Swami was a very innocent but studious chap. He wasn’t the most intelligent, but he was extremely hardworking. In fact I haven’t met a more hardworking person in my entire life. I, on the other hand, have always been clever and lazy.Physically Swami. He flipped up her skirt, laying it across her back, her naked ass revealed in the bright moonlight. He should take her in the ass that would certainly surprise her.She turned her head to face him when she heard the hiss of his zipper going down. She watched him take out his magnificent cock, the head glistening in the moon light. He bent her over the table, his feet pushing between her legs until she spread her legs, wider and wider until they were touching the corner of the table. She felt her. ” Then another flash of revelation hit Craig as he recognised her as the other woman from the dog show with Marge and his mouth fell open in silence. Amusement twinkled in Julie’s eyes as she answered the unasked question, “yep again. So shall we go meet my co-star?” “I think I should go,” Craig said as he started to pull his bottoms up. Julie’s eyes went grey as she said, still in the same low tone but with steel interlaced through it, “that wasn’t a request sweet cheeks, unless of course you.