A couple of girls had watched me wank around the back of the school, I mean watched me at their instigation. They had asked, I never knew why, but the... callow youth never did think things through. Soon after, I met Sandy.Sandy was in her thirties and she took me in hand; literally. She smartened me up, stopped me slobbing about and sent me to the gym, and yes, she wanked me. She only wanked me. She didn't fuck me, so I was still a virgin in that respect. She told me basically that I could take. She came in with a cup of tea and placed it on the table next to me and again as she leant forward her dressing gown opened and this time I saw both of her breasts. I almost blew my load there and then on her towels on her sofa. She then sat next to me and gave my a hug as she said "thanks so much, I had no idea what to do" Her cheek was against my face, her hair wet, she smelled amazing (obviously she had just been in the shower before the tap incident). Her skin was soft, I put my arm round. Then one night I wanted a blow job and at first she was reluctantly sucking me off. Then she got into it some and I said, "I want to cum in your mouth." "No, that's gross." she said. "I don't have to blow my whole wad but you can finish me off like that." I said. "No." "Why not, I sucked Glen off this past Sunday, and I loved it why don't you give it a try." "You what?" my wife asked. "We were watching the game and I sucked Glen's cock until he came in my mouth and I loved. So why don't you. Ha unka rang thora sawla hai….Jo ki mere ko bhut pasand hai….Ab me story pe aata hu….Dosto….Mere kamla se mulaqat uski pannipuri ki dukan pe hui thi… Jo surat me bhut famous tha or me waha ka regular costumer tha……Me uski dukan pe laghbhag roj jata tha…Roj jane ki wajah se mujhe sab janne lage the..Or uska pati mukesh…Jo kafi patla dubla tha… Wo hame pani puri khilata tha or kamla piche bethe bethe mere ko chupke dekthi thi…. Dhire dhire hamari bat chit chalu hui…..Or me unke sath majak kar.