Mom was shy bt helplessmom ( speak in a low sound ) Coffee lungi . and waiter went away . mom- tumne muje aise kyu pakrha waiter k samne here vinod pl...yed a trick vinod – arre madam uss waiter ko shak ho gya tha k ham husband wife nahi hai toh usko batane ko maine aisa kiya . on the other hand vinod be room emin bahar chala gya . he went to that waiter and –vinod to waiter – yaar bai meri biwi mujse naraj hai , meri help kar usko manane mein . jab room mein ayega toh usko mujse milwa k jana .. I followed the idea of posting the house photos in social network and at times people wish to visit the house in person and see the place. I use to assist them as well. One fine day I got a call from a man (arun) asking the details about the house and requested me if he can see the house personally. After the discussion, we fixed the timing around 8 in the evening. Since we posted the advertisement stating only families are allowed to contact every time I go to help the people look at our. I padded down the walkway, then down the driveway to the street, feeling my rock-hard cock bouncing with every step. I found that I didn’t really need the flashlight; the full moon hung fat in the sky, guiding my way. I decided to head east, away from the highway. Even at this distance—easily half a mile—I could see traffic streaming by and knew it was too busy for a naked teenager to stumble upon. Most of the lights from the houses were off, but I knew I had to make sure to avoid the burning. Until very recently I was too skiddish to have anyone but him read what I wrote, but he nudged me into posting something here. That was the first story I posted. Well it seems that since I didn't totally bugger it up he is pushing me to take over where he left off with his stories that he has no plans to continue.I'm rambling here....What I'm basically saying is that for those of you who liked Words and Past to Present should have no fear: they will be revived from the mud! I am not captius,.