On my last visit. The door to 301 was wide open and the whole place looked totally abandoned. I must have been nuts, then I decided if I got caught I ...ould say I was trying to find my missing brother who was a crack head and someone spotted him at this building. With that story as a safety I slowly went into 301. It was totally empty. A catacomb of rooms, one with an old stove and a sink, another with a shower - old - water on the wall of the shower, yet no towels or anything. Then there was. I started taking off my shirt one button at a time and let it fall to the floor, I then started to undo my trousers and as soon as I had stepped out of them he told me to get on the bed and undo his trousers.I did this and I was greeted by a huge un-cut cock and my eyes just lit up when I saw it and before he could say anything I slid it into my mouth and started sucking on it while he took the rest of his clothes off. After a couple of minutes he told me to take my pants off and lay face down. " Is it that important to you? Think of all the trouble you'd save if you could learn how to do it, and then move on with your life. Gerta told me that I needed to watch Mr. Parsons, if I wanted to learn how to give up. I have a feeling you and I could learn this together. This is something I've always had trouble with too. We could try to help each other." If you want to learn how to give up, you need to find someone else to teach you how to do that. I have no interest in learning that. I was always amazed at the instant physical and sexual reaction I got from that... my nipples would explode into life, a fact I'm sure he was aware of since they almost bored through his chest.. and my pussy would get incredibly wet. It was at these times that I would blush and hurriedly disentangle myself.. much to his mild amusement!At age 19 I agreed to marry Kabeer, who was by then in his mid 20's and well established in his job. It was a simple, but delightful wedding ceremony, and much to.