The young guy was energetic and used to help his mom in household works. After his final year examination, he had plenty of time at home. He used to r...am with his few friends and try to read the minds of people around him.After a few days of his roaming, he felt kinda boring. Since then he used to keep watching porn and . This made him a sex addict. He behaved very normally when his mom was at home and once she left for work, he used to roam naked in his home and kept masturbating all day long.. Really.. .I uh.. I just.. no one ever.. I mean.. I .. oh.. god.. I don't know what I mean... " I broke down, crying."Now, now, no need to be doin' that. You got a name, girl?" I nodded. It was strange, being called "girl" by a man who appeared to be almost 10 years younger than men. (T looked to be about my age.) "I'm uh.. I'm Becky." Okay, Becky, now, you stop that cryin' you hear? I never liked hearin' a bitch cry, 'cept maybe in the middle of a gang bang. Now, I heard a few bitches cry then,. "They come into the office with this week's sob story of breakups and strikeouts," he continued, "and I just want to shake the both of them. They're cocky where they should be humble, and then meek just when they need to be bold. I try to explain to them how they're getting it all wrong." Do you tell them that?" I've tried to give 'em a couple tips, but it's so hard to explain..." Maybe you need to give them a hands-on lesson," she teased.He met her eye, grinned back. "Maybe I do. Busy next. ” He wanted to plan a meeting because he didn't live close. I agreed to have sex with him again when I knew there was an opportunity, as long as he kept it between the two of us or at least from my man. He said he felt bad hiding it from my man, but he agreed. A few weeks went by and I couldn't travel or see him but we continued to chat. I kept remembering his perfect body and his cock in me the last time. I remembered how it tuckered me out and made me sore for a day after. He couldn't wait.