I began by telling her that my full name was Paul William Stewart. Born twenty seven years ago in the Homewood area here in Birmingham Alabama. I was ...n only child.I went to school in Homewood, then to college at Auburn. I was in the school of Architecture. I had met Clay there, he was in Building Construction, a part of the School of Architecture. We had shared an apartment for two years.My father had been born as poor as it could get, to a coal miner and his American Indian wife.My dad was. But she had asked it with that serious tone that I couldn’t joke my way past, so I stared into her deep dark eyes while her breathing grew less ragged. She was looking into my eyes with a soft questioning look that was making my heart beat fast and her hand lightly rubbing my cock. I could feel her fingernails through the material of my jeans. “I want to……” How could I say it? She was one of the most popular girls in school and I was a nothing, a monster who hadn’t fit in for years. I wracked. Lekin wo apne bed par nahi thaa. Dekha saari ke upar se Nepali Maa ke feet ko press kar raha thaa.“ kya huaa maa, Mai bhee press kar dun…”“ nahi beta, abhee theek ho jaayega, tum soo jaao…”Maine maa ke room ka main light bund kar dim light on kar diya, verandah kaa sub light bund kar diya. Peshab kar apne bed par aa gaya. Din bhar ke incident ke baare mey sochne laga lekin Manglu ke bahu kee baat yaad aa gaee,“ raja , kabhi bhee ladki yaa uski chudai ke baarey mey mut socho, lekin mauka milte. His hand traveled all the way up until his fingers were extremely close to my wet waiting pussy."Spread them," he said.Smiling to myself I did. The second my legs parted his fingers found me. They slid under my panties and cupping my pussy he said, "You're already wet! You're a dirty girl. Aren't you?"Dying to feel his fingers inside me I answered, "I'll be anything you want me to be." I want you to be a fucking dirty slut!" he rasped. Clearly his coil had snapped.Looking down at him I replied,.