A voice caught your attention. It was an old man sitting at a stand, filled with strange items."Hello there, Thomas."This old man knew your name. You ...till don't understand how. But it interested you, so you couldn't help but approach him. Thank goodness you did, because what this old man was selling would soon change your life. You looked over his stock, not remembering much beyond odd trinkets--rabbit's feet, tiger claws, etc."You look interested... If not, I know you will be. I have. Suddenly the world goes quiet and a red mist descends over my mind and I do things, terrible things that I'd rather not remember.Her neck was white, elegant and slim enough to get my left hand around."Please, Mister," she could just about choke out.She had a young pretty face with a few freckles over her nose and cheeks. The red mist had settled over everything and I was almost deaf to her pleas."Please, Mister," she croaked again. "Please, I'll do anything if you don't hurt me."Hurt you, I'm. You have the grades. You have the ability. They have the team, the dorm, the food, the training and the girls. What the hell else could you want?"Sometimes, Hank just has a way with words.I wish I had a way with words when it came to dealing with Kim. She is a wonderful girl and means the world to me, and because she does mean so much to me, it makes me want to have sex with her even more. We have been dating for six months, and I have not so much as touched her boobs yet, and I really think I. Shall we make it cool?” she asked. At this I embraced her and tried to explore her love box. But she was wearing a mundu and onnara (the inner wear like dhoti) and I could not remove it.At this she herself helped me remove it. Though it was dark, I could see her pussy in the pale light coming through the window. My aunt directed my hand to her juicy love box and asked me to rub it.As I rubbed it she got hot and pressed my dick. I was getting excited. At this she said, “Kutta.. please lick it,.