" His hand shoots out, clamping around my throat; he whirls and slams me against the wall. All my years of training tells me to fight; but with his bo...y pinning mine, I can't move. * I growl. "Get off me you spiderdick!"* He laughs. "Admit it, this turns you on." He grinds his hips against mine; our jeaned covered dicks rubbing together. "I've always wanted to fuck that beautiful ass of yours."* I stiffle a moan as he pulls my hair, exposing my pale neck. "Fuuuuuck."* I feel his grin against my. I was wearing a t-shirt, sweat shorts, and my flip flops. I had just gotten out of the shower before I left so my cock and asshole were very clean and freshly shaven. Something about being freshly shaven is a huge turn on for me. My cock was semi erect as I walked the 3 blocks to my new friends house. It took me under 5 minutes to get there. When I did, I went to the front door and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened to the wife standing there wearing only a black silk g-string. When he masturbates, most of the times he imagines Anjali. Ramji, the dhobi is not the only man who masturbates in dream of Anjali. The doodhwalla, for whom Anjali opens the door in the morning in her nightie also masturbates for her. Anjali’s younger sister’s son Deepu unloads his cum thinking of baromasi, whose place he regularly loves to visit. Even Anjali’s 18-year old son Anjan regularly releases tons of semen in imagination his lovely maa. Anjali comes back with a notebook, a pen and her. Aunty to aaj apni umar se 5 saal kam dikh rahi thi aur ek decent makeup kiya tha . Waha pahuch kar malum hua ki wo log Bengali hai. Aunty ne saari pahahi thi aur ek badi si bindi lagai thi. Low cut sleeve less blouse pahana tha. Unki gori pith dikha rahi thi.Mai bhi andar aa gaya aunty ne sofe me baithene ko kaha mai baith gaya mujhe dar bhi lag raha tha. Garh bahuhut bada tha uncle ne gate lock kiya main gate ko lock kiya . Fir mere bagal me aakar baith gaye aur pucha kya loge maine kaha kuch.