. I put the stuff in my closet." I wished thatwas the end of it but no... Chris again, being one intrusive fuck that heis, got up and opened my closet... "Whoa, it's like an apothecary in here!"He simply started going through the stuff and that was the point Icouldn't take it anymore. "Chrish, give me some space man... It's badenough having received the stuff, I don't want you going through it."Chris looked at me finally he saw how uncomfortable this all was makingme, unfortunately he was holding. Now, it was my hand which was doing everything.She too started to lose her senses and I could see her moving her thighs apart as she wanted my hand in there. She gave me the way by opening her thighs. I put my hand in there and started pressing it harder and harder. Now she was breathing heavily and her face had gone red. She got up a little, raised her saree up to her waist and sat down so that no one could sense our movements. Her ass was covered by saree folds. I slowly pushed my hand inside. I took the last fifty dollars out of my wallet, leaving the last forty in, and put the bills on top of the cigarette pack. ‘I’m going the fuck home,’ I said. ‘Good,’ he said, and nodded. ‘You asshole,’ I said, laughing. He put the Palm Pilot down and stood up. ‘Man, I’m glad you came,’ he said. ‘Yeah.’ Then we did something we’d never done before. Usually we punched each other, but this time we hugged. It didn’t feel weird, either, it was like hugging Ernest at Mom and Dad’s. ‘Take care of. Ryan gave up the pretense of incidental touch and cupped her breasts.She knew she wanted them, but which one? “What are you guys doing to me?”“Isn’t it obvious? asked Brandon. “Do you like it?”“Yes. It’s lovely.”“Do you want to do more?”“Yes,” she said without thinking. “But what are you two going to do? Flip a coin?”“Why not both of us?”The idea that she might have two boys at once had never crossed her mind. How would that work?Before she could think about it any further, Ryan leaned down and.