One coffee. It couldn't do any harm. Talking to him again at close quarters would make it all the sweeter when I returned home and fucked myself while...imaging him pounding my brains out.I left the car and hurried inside before anyone could notice what I was doing. I'm not sure what I expected, maybe a corridor through to the coffee area, but instead I found myself inside a very small storage room. As soon as he closed the door behind us, I felt his hand on my arm.I turned to speak to him, but. "My mother went into her bedroom and closed the door. I changed clothesin my room and threw the hose into the clothes hamper in the bathroom.After I put the groceries away I returned to the couch. My mother wasin her room for a long time. I thought I heard her talking so I assumedshe was on the phone. We went out for pizza after she came out thenwatched a movie together "Lord of the Rings" when we came home. I thinkshe was trying to be nice to me as she's not a big fan of the movie.Neither of. He looked like a chewed up bubblegum version of Sarah, if she'dbeen born a dork with a dick. There was this black guy and then the guytalking, who had mousy brown hair in his eyes. He kind of reminded me ofPatrick in a way, the way I'd thought about him when we first met.I decided his name would be Mousy."Hey," Mousy said."S'up?" I said back."So you're all into inline?" he asked.I looked down at my skates and then back at him, shielding my eyes fromthe sun with one hand. "Yeah, I think. I was 13 or 14 years old that time.Attending a marriage ceremony of one of my in laws(sisters devar).I did not know any thing about sex at that time exactly,but had a fascination about female body.In the crowded home,every room was occupied.I was sleepy by 11pm.My sister found me a room in the corner of their 2nd floor.A small room,with a single bed.A table and a chair with quite a few books on the table.Obviously whoever it was,a student used to live in that room.My sister arranged the cozy.