"What'swrong, should I stop?" Not if you value your life." He resumed slowly rubbing and squeezingme, suddenly I felt myself explode as the semen gush...d out soaking myknickers. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh my, that was incredible."We lay there in silence, each deep in thought; a line had been crossedand could not be uncrossed. Mark's breathing grew shallow and I realisedthat he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I must have drifted off as thenext time I looked at the clock it was 3:30am, Mark had rolled. My cock was obviously hard thinking about it. it was just like id watched countless times before. I hear lighter footsteps skip up the stairs about 5 minutes later than my grandfathers. She skips past the door quickly, I didn’t bet a good look but she didn’t exactly look presentable. Moments later I hear water begin to run in her rooms en-suite. “they’ve been fucking for years” I mutter to myself, unable to really believe it. I get to my feet and walk, keeping my footsteps as light as I can I. Prakash Bhaiya was my favorite too as he pampered me a lot. I hung around him most of the time. My parent’s house was two storied and the top floor was mostly used by children to play and study. If the lights weren’t put on there used to be some darkness in the rooms there.This Prakash Bhaiya is the hero of my sex saga. It all began when I was about 6 years old. Though many children often hung around him at times I used to be alone with him. On one of such occasion one day, on the upper portion. ) I'mtoo tall and have too rugged a face to pass, but will occassionallyventure out to "feel the wind" in settings where I know I won't run intoanyone.But Harley Quinn. Heavy, smudged makeup: anyone could do that. Tendrilsof hair over the face would hide (a little) my male bone structure. I'mtrim; not quite six-pack abs, but maybe just right for Harley's outfit.Plus, her jacket would disguise my big-for-a-girl shoulders and keep mefrom freezing if it were a cold Halloween. Gee, that could.