Kasam se dosto kya batu jis andaaj se usne dekha mai fida ho gaya unpar. Usne muskrakar pucha aap kya karte ho tho maine unhe apne baare mi bataya tho...usne kaha ki meri job laga do tho maine unhe apna number de diya wo chali gai mere dost ne mujhe btaya ki wo ek chalu kisam ki aurat h maine bhi kaha ki apne ko kya uski chudai se matlab h or hasne lage maine fir apne dost se uski saari detail le li or usk phone ka intajaar karne laga. 2 din baad uska phone aaya or boli ki job ka kya hua tho. His cock I would love to suck Mike K. but Pat R. had the best cock and he was my lover or boyfriend from 7 grade on tell we where 28 or so and this part 1 of how Pat R. became my fuck buddy . I live on 638 Culver in Orange and Pat live about a block away from me we ride bike together and other thing k**s do together we some times have orange fights in the orange groves with other boy to but some time I go in the grove to masterbate well to get to the story Pat & and I would walk to school. The doorman opened the door and I was grateful to the heat that surrounded me, I walked her to the lift and she said goodnight, I was about to turn and leave when the lift door opened, I thought to hell with missed chances and said "I'd really like a night-cap ?" The bar will be closed by now." there was a pause the lift attendant coughed and said "Madam could order from room service." I saw her face change slightly, set into a more determined line as she said "I really enjoyed tonight. They'd borrowed it from Mr. Dron, and Frank had spent most of the morning filling it up with boxes and everything else left over from their move. The contents of the shed topped it off, and by the time he was through all that was left were the crates and the oars. He saw no sense in throwing away perfectly good jelly, or boat paddles. After all, his family ate, and they lived on a lake. There was no telling when either would come in handy.Once his and his sister's bikes were stored in the shed.