At least that's what she said when she called me and asked where I had been for so long and why I hadn't even called or anything, and I was stupid and...acted like a woman scorned and said “No, you didn't call me. I figured you were too busy with your boyfriend” and she said “Oh” and then after a few seconds of silence she said “I'm sorry” and I felt like a jerk and was about to apologize for it when I realized this time she hadn't objected when I called him her boyfriend and suddenly I was so. He came up the stairs with a tray of drinks and a large bowl of pot. "Do you?" he asked, pointing to the bowl.I nodded to keep the drool from spilling to the floor.He had shed his clothes to display mouth-watering virility. Straight blonde hair raged about his chest and trailed to a ginger thicket that almost hid his cock and balls. And what a cock it was—eight inches of swollen pink, choke along with his balls by a chrome cock ring. His fair skin was the perfect backdrop for the copious hair. As soon as Kiran sat in the car, he pressed on my boobs harshly. Even though I felt a little pain, I gave a smile and a kiss in return to him. Kiran started the car, kept the AC in full mode, and closed all the windows. After about an hour’s drive, we were out of the city and were enjoying the music. The sensual song ‘Roop Tera Mastana’ was playing on the radio FM.After hearing it for a few minutes, Kiran started rubbing his cock. I guess his cock was getting hard because of the song and he was. To see and feel her soft, white legs with some spider veins visable due to the hard work she had always done was getting to view and touch something very private. Curiosity was satisfied for a time until guys at school started talking about girls “sprouting” breasts and boys getting “hard.” I was nearly thirteen at the time and was getting un-encouraged erections and of course learned to get encouraged ones too. I had to see more and feel more now, so one day Mom was getting ready in my.