Love Janet."Sara smiled lovingly. She really liked Janet and she was so happy that she had the self-confidence now to reach out and make a friend like...that. She would really like to stay in touch with her, but that seemed rather doubtful should she chose to be a Kiwi toddler.Janet's comment about her jacket reminded her that she never had found her way to the dry cleaners, but as she looked down the front expecting to see a well-set stain she was surprised to see her beautiful blue jacket clean. Then he rubbed his cock all over my face. I then put his balls in my mouth and then he ordered, “Get on the bed… I want you on your back.” Once I got in position he thrusted his cock in me then placed my legs on his shoulders and grabbed my thighs. He fucked me hard but not long. He mumbled something about sloppy seconds and emptied his sack in me. He kept fucking me slowly while he talked to Trailer guy. “Isn’t faggot pussy the best? And look at him. He’s full of cum and his cock is still. Sure enough, I began to observe a pattern. I used to hang out my clothes for drying around 9 each morning – around 10 or so Prakash would hang out his clothes. I stayed hidden in my bedroom but could keep a watch through the mirror on my almirah by keeping its door open at a certain angle. I saw Prakash finish hanging out his washing and then casually glance around here and there.Once he was satisfied that no one seemed to pay attention he quickly leaned across the intervening distance and in. I wonder what Shayna will bewearing. Oh God, listen to yourself.I'm so preoccupied with my own self doubt I don't notice Shaynaarriving until she's at my table, beaming a wide smile and holding herarms wide to receive a hug. I push my chair back and almost trip overmyself to embrace her, feeling surprise in the strength and duration ofher hold. She's a good hugger, fully committed, and I close my eyes,almost purring at the warmth, safety and tenderness of it. I'm sad whenshe lets me go and.