In cooking parlance, what makes a chef better than a good everyday cook?Is it the ingredients he or she uses, or their technique and obedience to the ...ules, that separates them from your mothers kitchen?Sex is like that. There were times when men fathered c***dren in their pants, in a darkened room, religiously shamed of the pleasures of the flesh and the sight of their own penises. It was a safer and dirtier option to giggle and titillate over a smutty photo of a nude woman, than to jump out,. In the dark half light, I looked down to see him strongly stroking my penis and as I did, he moved his head to suck my shoulder as his own pleasure heightened. And at that moment I peaked, I spasmed; bucked sharply, hips in the air. The first shot of sperm flew out of my cock slit and hit my chest. That volley of my seed was closely followed by more powerful bursts as my warm, ivory coloured cream covered my chest and stomach. I moaned and grunted in pleasure. So fucking hot. Spurting seed with. Yumm!!And then, the college organized a tour at Mysore, Karnataka for a period of 8 days. And it also asked us to prepare a group of 3 people for the hotel room accommodation. I obviously chose Nishant and a common friend of ours.We reached Mysore by train and were placed in a beautiful luxurious hotel. The rooms were allotted to us. Our room number, which I categorically recollect was, 304, which later turned out to be a heavenly memory for me.In the room, we used to change our clothes in. " What actually is happening?" Our legs the heels... and now our trousers seem to be shrinking, and changing colour at that." Tim's are getting redder, yours are more orange." Yours seem to be going blacker." Are we turning into girls or something?" It's not us... look at that bloke over there." Not just the blokes - that black girl's legs are starting to bulk up." And her dress - it's looks like it's turning to a pair of Dockers or something." And my Dockers they're fusing together... and.