CHAPTER 5 – Brians Story Continued The blonde boy lay between Rachel and her mother. Hed been concentrating so hard on the little girls bald pussy t...at he hardly noticed when they were joined. Once he realized theyd been joined, he used his other hand guide the mothers mouth to his cock. Once she was licking and sucking his average sized cock, the boy leaned over and put his mouth on Rachels little pussy. It smelled and tasted heavenly. He had never even considered the idea of being with a girl. Making love, and plain old lusty fucking, is as inevitable as the sunrise. But suppression of this fundamental truth about the human condition was the essential goal of all my upbringing and instruction.My body did not agree with the indoctrination of my mind. Figuratively it said, "Fuck it." Literally, it urged me to fuck it. At 18 I had inevitably taken my place in the ranks of testosterone soaked but virginal young men; upshot— I was horny all the time. Nature had me locked in her grasp. My. Love marriage mein ab kya chupaungi usse. Woh sab jaanta hai. Ham ek dusre se kuch nahi chupaate.Naveen: To kya tum ye bhi bataogi use. Ki tum mere sath…?Main tab Naveen ko dekhi aur boli: Haan, bataungi.Naveen aur Tushaar mere is jawaab ko sunn thode chaok gaye. Aur fir Tushaar bola: Sachme? Ya phek rahi ho?Main Tushaar ko dekh boli: Hmmm, sach kah rahi hun.Tushaar: To kya ye bhi bataogi ki tum uske do dosto ke sath thi aaj?Main: HAAN. Aur ye bhi bataungi ki uske un do dosto ne mere sath. He glanced at the dashboard. The digital clock read 03:24 in green numbers.Michael sighed, and rapped his hands on the steering wheel impatiently. Hereached across the passenger's seat to the glove compartment, tugging it open.He reached in and pulled out a knife, long and sharp, with a wooden handle.It was a carving knife, taken from his own kitchen. It'd do. There was a balaclavain there, too. It was cliche, sure, but fuck it: it was cliche for a good reason. At 03:27, she left the nightclub..