She also had pulled her saree up one of her legs and I could see her thigh. I just stood there in the kitchen and was admiring her round breasts. My d...ck was all up and urging me to go take her then and there. I mustered all my courage and walked up to her. She looked up at me and covered her breasts with her pallu. I reached her and held her shoulders. She said “this is wrong…” I placed my hand over her mouth and said “please do not scream or shout” and then pushed her down on the sofa. She. .. OH FUCK... the story... OH MY... mother dear. OH DEAR GOD, FUCK ME STUD, FUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEE! Oh God big cocks... FUCK... big cocks really do... FUUCCCKKKK... run in the Robertson family. Now mum... OOHHH FUUUCCCCKKKK! Tell the fucking story. Please!"I started to make love to Julie even slower and I held rather than squeezed and massaged her breasts. I wanted to hear the rest of this story and I didn't want any distractions outside of my very loud girlfriend.Julie watched from her seat in. We attended small colleges in the South that were located about an hour's drive apart, but we both came from the same small city. We had attended different high schools but met through a mutual friend who later attended the same college as Jack. The circumstances of our meeting were kind of sweet, but not important to the story I'm trying to tell. The beginning of the story takes place in the mid-1980's, so no mobile phones, or internet -- a very different time from today.I guess I should say a. He opened his mouth to speak but Thomas cut him off."What am I to you Sera?" He was surprised at how angry he sounded, his voice tight and harsh but low.Sera sighed deeply, and Thomas could see all the muscles in his chest flew as he raised a hand to comb through his hair."Drop it Thomas," he said languidly, "Don't strain yourself theorizing." No," the blond boy stepped up to him, still managing to look him in the eye as he spoke, "I'm not taking that bullshit for an answer this time."Sera.