You stretch, and wipe the sleep from your eyes. The memories of your scattered dream fade as well, but not without leaving a pensive anticipation of..... something. You pull back the curtain from the window and let the late morning light flood into the room. One advantage of this new world was that you had no job, or at least no job yet. You look around the small building that had become home as of two weeks ago. It wasn't much; a small kitchenette, a cozy couch in front of the fire, a. I'm chasing her down Angel, she skits of into a tree filled gated park. I follow her. My hearts going like an ak47 and my breath feels like it's part of a gale. I walk around the park so many times it starts to feels like the park is spinning around me. I start to think that I must be going mad, that I've imagined the whole thing. So I sit down on a bench and drop my head into my hands trying to recover myself. I take a deep breath and all I can smell is her, my fingers are sticky with her. We even got to know his name. His name is Krishna. And he is 2 years younger than us. He was in 11th at that time and was doing some part time modelling. One day when we were print into his room, we saw him naked and he had a very huge dick. He was so muscular.Although he was 16, he looked much older mainly because of his height and muscles. We had to pass by his home to go to college everyday so we used to hope that someday he would notice us when. One fine day we both were dressed up in hot. ”“But she is ok with this, she say so”, protested the flatmate.“Maybe so, but I prefer to wait for her to recover.”The flatmate giggled.“Oh, that might be some more time after what you did with her!”The giggles were infectious. I began to chuckle myself and in a few seconds we were both laughing quite heartily. The flatmate stepped closer to me as we laughed and I gently put my arm around her. She sighed and leaned into me, her breasts pressing into my side through the thin material of her.