Are your balls getting sore? Keep it up, silly, you can fuck me forever this way.” She giggled again. “I think I am past sore. They feel very tigh... and I have a big ache in my groin. My back is killing me and I am so thirsty, but never mind me, how are you doing?” As I slowly came back from the cotton clouds I was enveloped in. “Boy you’re just a big whiner. Look at yourself; here we are having the best fuck of our lives at the moment, and nothing but complaints.” She giggled. I reached down. Year 2007-2010————————-Years flew by and I too managed to control/hide my sexual orientation and fantasies. I got a job in Pune.Every Weekend I used to come to Mumbai and return back on Monday.Then I managed to make a friend online.(Considering I didnt have a laptop with me, it was not a mean thing as I had to go to a public cyber cafe…Go to Gay chat room and then befriend a nice understanding guy).I somehow always fantasied (and still do) of old mature partners.He was around 47 and sounded a. " I said and Jenny could only nod in agreement.The plasters came off four weeks later, leaving just a support bandage on my right kneecap (or what was left of it) and the first thing Jenny did when we got home was to run me a bath, it was absolute heaven.Things had been moving along nicely in the meantime, the German company had offered a substantial out of court settlement, which Karen had recommended that we accept and we'd agreed a price with Peter for the pub. There was quite a difference. . more silver notches for me." A twisted smile appeared under his white ski mask. The little craft skimmed the surface of the snow as he reached seventy miles an hour. Vlad quickly closed the glimmering white gap between him and the retreating SRT-8."You fucking prick! Get your ass back here and get back in position," Max shouted into his microphone. Everyone but Vlad had reluctantly broken off the chase and returned to their assigned positions. Max knew they were pissed at him for breaking off.