."Goddess too," he said, and I laughed as the bitch pressed her nose into his crotch. I was reasonably sure David's cock had gotten hard in his jeans,...probably dripping precum, too. Boys are like that."Hmmm..." I rolled my eyes. "Silly dogs."We put the dogs in the backseat, David asking me if he could ride in the front, and of course, I wouldn't say no. He'd felt the connection, I could tell, and I think he wanted to sort it out just as much as I did. I bet he'd never looked at a girl before in. Elders have said, right? That a well-mannered boy should eat his food only on the dining table? Oh well then, now good mannered Rahul is going to eat Sarala aunty’s deliciously wet and moist pussy, on the dining table.I kneeled down in front of her, took her feet in my hands, and started kissing them. Slowly, I started lifting her saree and kissing the exposed skin. This went on till I reached her fleshy thighs. I parted her thighs and munched on her inner thigh flesh lovingly. The smell coming. I was familiar with most of my parents' friends but there was this one hot guy that caught my eye. I found out I was into older guys pretty much the moment I figured out I was gay (even though I have never thought about what made them so appealing to me).Dad's new friend was approximately his age, maybe even older. He had short, dark-grey hair, was about 185 cm (6'1") and looked very strong and manly. He wore a navy T-shirt and olive shorts which were slightly above his knees. His arms and legs. It occurred to him that each time he did this, his skirt got alittle tighter. In spite of the pain, he bent his neck to watch and sawthat his hips were growing at an astonishing rate. He resisted the urgeto pop them for several seconds, then the feeling became unbearable and--assuring himself that this was the last time--he stretched his hipsagain. The relief was extraordinary, yet after holding back so long theeffects were especially strong and he felt his hips spreading across thefloor.At.