I reached for his zip.The ‘zzzzzz’ as I pulled it down gave me a thrill.Liberating his cock revealed it was thick and long tothe touch. I ...tole a satisfying look. But the proof ofits abilities would be as soon as I could get it in me.“How?” he asked.I turned around and bent over in answer. “Just do it!”I demanded.Lifting my dress he placed the head of his cock at mypussy and pressed tentatively.Rocking back on my heels I thrust my hips backwardstowards him,. No. The problem he had to deal with nowwas how he was going to explain these new bruises and scrapes to hisgrandmother who was absolutely aghast at the idea of him being in anyfights whatsoever. No matter that he never fought back and they hardlycounted as "fights" so much as him just getting his ass kicked. Not toHIS grandmother.He rushed home, but he always stopped in at The Relic to help out first.He rushed, because he was angrier than usual at getting beat up today.And part of that haste. He tells them how to get there; He walks them to the bus stop; They thank him.He walks home, he drinks his very Special tea; He goes to sleep. He dreams about the past, with an alternative ending; Everyone is happy.Another fan mail; He feels nothing.He listens to himself play.He drinks his special tea; He goes to sleep again; He is a free entity.He sits down at 6A. He eats his free Canadian Lunch; He drinks his free wine. He writes down his very raw feelings and emotions, in his very personal. We used to play all sort of games with other friends since childhood. Once, when we were 10 years, we played the game of parents with we acting as parents and another girl as our child. I had even kissed her boobs and face while playing as father and mother. Even though I was only 10, I got aroused by her body smell.Athira being younger than me used to come to my home on weekends to clear doubts as she was not a bright student. Her family considered me as their own son and so they trusted me.