Uncle : Dekh, jab hum aisi gandi aur nungi baate karte he tab hamara loda khada ho jata he aur bilkul tight sa, khambhe jaisa ban jata he. Jaisa tera ...bhi abhi hua he.Me : Lekin hum baate kare isse iska kya relation..? Aisa kyun hota he..?Uncle : Jab hum aisi baate karte he tab lund khada hojata he kyunki lund ko bhi aisi baate pasand he samja..? Dekh jaise me tere bare me kisise baat karu aur agar tum waha pe ho, to tera dhyan waha jarur jayega aur tub hi dhyan se sunega ki ye log mere bare me. Most were dark; some were lit by TV lights. Chances were slim of anyone looking my way in the wee hours of the morning, but there was always a possibility. The risk of being seen heightened my excitement as I slowly worked my hardon.Occasionally, someone would pull into the parking lot after a late night out, and I'd pull the towel over my lap, covering my throbbing rod from view until they went inside. From the third floor, I figured it was hard to see much detail anyway.One warm July night -. They were beginning to blur together.I had to get home and get this out of my system.I don't remember how long the drive was. It seemed too long.I parked into my garage and practically jumped out of my car.I clicked open my compact (I had already released it from its packagingwhile driving home) and gazed at my unadorned lips.Once again, I went through my ritual. I popped off the top. Turned thebottom of the tube and admired how the ruby red lipstick spiraled up. Iswear I could smell a faint. I’m on the pill.’ She said. I didn’t even think until a day or two later that that obviously hadn’t been her first time fucking either. I was so hurt when I next saw her and she admitted Good old Timothy had copped her cherry almost a year before. She looked at me in surprise when I got upset and said, ‘John, I’m not a slut or an easy piece but so what if that wasn’t my first time. So what if there were two before you. Does that matter?’ I decided it didn’t matter to me then but now I wonder.