It was a solid home that he found himself missing many times when he wanted to remember nothing else that was a part of his past. It had a history and...intrigue about it, at times foreboding and mysterious, but always stolid and welcoming to him like a fortress behind a great stone wall. And for him, its best property was the front porch. At the front of the home was a short set of brick steps that led to the front door and to the left was a long rectangular porch with a tin roof. Over the years. Remington?"She gave a hearty chuckle and kissed my cheek. "Of course I'm notjoking sweetie. What's the problem, you wore girls clothes yesterday?" I. Well," I murmured, "those were jeans and a t-shirt. A guy couldmaybe wear something similar. I mean I saw guys around town in skinnyjeans sometimes. This though... this is super girly!" Silly girl. As far as I'm concerned you are a girl," said Mrs.Remington, a well-manicured finger tapping the chastity cage, makingit tinkle, "besides Stephanie.. Hope you get to enjoy sex with whomever you want to enjoy, good luck. Now enjoy the story:My name is Tariq, 29 years old and I am really handsome first of three sons of my parents. We live in a very nice locale of Lahore. I have finished my Pharmacy Education in very good grades and thankfully am working in a really nice Govt. JobAnd shall be leaving soon for my higher education abroad and the brother in the middle, Saeed has finished his Masters in Physics and he is already gone to Europe (UK). I had wanted her so bad.As she turned to melt back into my arms, it felt just like it was yesterday that I had smelled her perfume, aptly named Poison. That was how it had all started before, except that time it was me urging her to come for ‘just one slow dance’. Pulling her against me, I immediately felt again the welling up of desire ignited by the feel of her firm breasts and those hardened nipples pressing into my hairy chest. As she shook her hair free of the clip she wore, the sexy.