Three days later, on New Years Eve, I knock on Henrys door. Three, long, hard knocks on the door. Henry immediately greets me with a smile on his face... I can only look behind him. Hey, wheres Laurei? Laurei was his and Roses daughter, the baby I was to take care of. Not here. Rose either. They left for New York yesterday, he says, smiling with guilt. After not seeing him for three days except in class, this is what Im greeted with: the guy whom I lost my virginity to in a tight Tommy Hilfiger. So these three days no lunch was prepared. Kabir managed a cook and we called her granny, her age we assumed nearly 90. She didn’t stand straight, her waist became bent. All her hairs were white and she cooked nicely. She was minister’s cook at her young age. So we were passing our days happily. Granny had a granddaughter named Jorina. Her age was hardly 9 and she was short in size, only 3 feet and slightly fatty. She didn’t have any breasts but some muscle growth was visible on her chest. Her. “Oh please don’t.” Her ovaled mouth slid down his shaft as her circling tongue lapped his length, coating him with her saliva. He was blood hot and quivering. He felt her grasp his scrotum, something no one had ever done before. His brain stopped working, and his body succumbed to lust. He groaned loudly, gaffed. Six inches at least, decided Vixen as her lips reached his pubic hair, not very thick but it sure is hard, big enough. She shook her head from side to side, moving his glans from cheek. But he was a tool so I started cruising the chat rooms. I found a willing partner and opened up my webcam. I was staring at a hard cock and exchanging cheeky one liners as my hand slid in and out of my panties. I teased this poor guy with my skimpy clothes and provocative banter until the kid blew his load.Earlier I had thought I heard someone moving in the hall but I didn’t think anything of it. I only realized after a good 15 minutes of webcam play that my door was cracked. I wasn’t concerned.