He found a sachet of Honey kept near my seat, and he opened it and smeared it all over his face playfully. I was fantasizing licking his face inch by ...nch. I lifted my finger to touch the honey near his mouth and then I licked my own finger. He took a deep sigh and swallowed. I was turning him on. He dragged me to the loo. The tiny toilet smelled of an expensive perfume. He pushed me against the wall and brought his lips close to mine. Our lips touched and it was bliss. My fantasy was coming. Has he left me? Oh no! The night before was cloudy and I couldn’t remember things in a linear way. That happens sometimes when I become so cock hungry that it actually becomes a feverish haze of greedy cocklust. It is something that I love so much that it usually leaves me with a nasty and warm feeling of contentment but not this time. This time it was accompanied by a feeling of dread. I tried to clear my head to think of specifics and I could remember laughing and panting like a whore in heat. I nodded my agreement as I'd finished driving for the day."Your eyes only Frank," I said and handed him a letter from dad.He read it and looked up at me with a smile."Do you know what's in this?" Yes, he wants your answer as soon as you like."He.reached out for his phone and asked the desk to put him through to head office, then switched on the loudspeaker,"Clive Green please." Green." my dad said in his usual brusque manner."Frank Thornton here Clive." Frank, how are you? Good to hear from. I was in class 12th. In school I had many female friends and some guy friends. My friends usually told me about their romance with their boyfriend and having sex with their boyfriends.I always wanted to do such things like them but I was always afraid. One day I joined a ballet class. I was really passionate with dancing. My teacher was a young handsome man of 23 years old.He used to teach me dance and touched me while dancing. He had no bad intentions but I really felt an electricity when he.