Brandon was one of those straight b*o types who seemed to always blare his crappy music when I was studying. He was also kinda cute, and I loved look...ng at him in his boxers as he climbed out of bed each morning. I never saw Brandon without his boxers, but I sometimes jerked myself to sleep, imagining his cock carelessly slipping through the unbuttoned fly as he pulled aside his sheets. Peering at Brandon's bare shoulders peeking out from under his covers, I would reach for my crotch. Slowly,. They are welcome to my thirsty soul." She stared up into my face and smiled, not a sluttish leer as you might expect from someone dressed as she was, it was a friendly kind of smile, such as one that which would be bestowed on a dear friend or even a long time lover.Then, with no coquetry at all she said, "I must go now. Meet me back here at sundown, unless bein' in th' presence of th' dead bothers you?" Oh, not at all." I assured her. "I haven't much money, but what should I bring?" Oh Christ,. Steve, the sexy guy that seemed fond of my coffee machine, was back again, this time he stopped to talk to me. We exchanged, pleasantries, he was very flirtatious! He told me that some of the guys in the control room, (himself included) thought I was hot, then he disappointed me by telling me that tomorrow “Saturday” was his last day. He asked me, if I’d wear a short skirt for his last day, and although I normally, wore a suit and didn’t do short skirts, it was, the middle of summer, and. Faddd ….. Dddiii .. Mmeerriii ….. Gaaadd …. Kuuttee nee …… Hrammiiii …. Bhar nikal le or sanjay bas leta rha mai vahi padi hui thi or kud ko utne ki koisi karne lagi or fir sanjay ne dakke dene suru kar diye or bola meri rani reetu ab to tut gai teri gaand ki seel sali fat gai gaand ab bas mza le mera saat de or mza lut mere saat or sanjay uski gaand ko chodne lga bhabi ko abi bi dard ho rha tha vo bar bar ..Ppplllzz ….. Sanjay ….. Bhar nikal… Loo yar bhut dard ho rha hai sanjay 5 min tak uski.