Mene khaa kha sou,,kahi jagah hi nahi mil rahi,,to vo ek dum has di nd khaa k upr room no.203 me ajana waha so jana ek bed hai,,,,,,me bola thik hai,,... thode der bad uth k rom me gya to dekha ki rrom me do bujurg mahilaye karib..65+ so rahi thi,,,,ek aunty ki beti,,,,bhi,,,mere man m laddu fut rahe the,,,,k aunty aaj chud jayegi,,,,,but jo khali bed tha uspe kuch saman rkha tha nd mene use side m kar k …Us bed p so gya,,karib 12.30 takk aunty nahi aai mujhe laga shayd vo busy hogi yaa kahi or. I have to admit my feet are quite large and it is difficult to hide that fact with the revealing shoes that all females favor these days.My mom is only 5 foot 2 inches and she told me my birth father was a very tall boy from somewhere in California. Unfortunately, he left for a job in Australia and never returned home about the time that I was only about 3 years old. My stepfather is only a couple of inches taller than my mom so people tend to look at them and look at me like I was some kind of. She guessed what was to come. "Hey...jock...why don't ya get ya dick out and I'll watch her blow ya. She's gotta do as she's told...your the boss..heehee. Come on Les. Get on ya knees and gobble the big bad boss. Heehee. Do it over here so I can have a feel...jock? Sound good eh?" McPeevie walked around the desk at the same time as Lesley stood in front of Ernie. She bent at the waist putting her hands on her thighs for balance. McPeevie shuffled his fat arse on to the desk, which groaned. I met her in my second year as we lived close by. We daily spent an hour’s timing together in a bus talking about everything. I occasionally flirted with her and so did she. I loved it and knew she too liked my flirty talks. I never took it to a next level.We both studied in a college which was located in the city of Chennai. We both lived in the outskirts of Chennai. I lived in my flat and she lived with her parents which was about 2 kms away from my place. It was the time of cultural events.