Then he lowered my panties and when he saw my smooth shaven cunt lips he went wild. Sitting on his knees he kneed it and then sucked at it. He used to...his teeth to bite me gently while I Oohed and aahed. The touch of a man’s tongue was most peasant on my pussylips and I became wet almost instantaneously. His hands reached up and started to knead my breasts. My nipples went hard to his touch and I pressed his hands with mine to increase the pressure. After some time we retired to the sofa. I lay. I only knew what a bra was because I heard one of the blokes telling his mate how he could undo Her bra with one hand (later on I’d collect lingerie catalogues so was a lot better informed).I also felt guilty whenever I had contact with girls, at school or later at work, not just because I was secretly worshipping them, but also because I knew people, ‘normal’ people, ‘did it’, and I didn’t. It was a few years though until I was happy to call myself a wanker. As a youth I guess I knew what I. So I will be home late.While getting ready, I made sure my chest and ass were clean and shaved. That day I purposely wore tight shorts without underwear and a transparent blue t-shirt.I reached Kevin’s place. Since the whole building had bachelor guys, the security didn’t mind me going up. I rang the bell. Then a tall, average guy topless guy wrapped in his lungi was standing in front of me.God, he looked so hot that I actually kissed his lips, to which he was surprised. He introduced himself. Sometimes, I felt as if he were reading my thoughts, he would watch as I gazed out the tower windows, knowing I missed the life I left behind. Memory has a way of exemplifying the good times and dimming the bad. All I could think about was the sweetness I had missed, my heart cried to be free. My sensibility warned me to stay safely in the tower, but my heart won out. Trembling and taking a deep breath I crossed the threshold, intoxicated by the summers gentle caresses. With open arms and.