My short, wiry hair exploded outwords, flying in all directions, untilit was halfway down my torso. Running my hands through it felt almostlike runnin... a hand through water.I was absolutely delighted. I spun around in my torn and unfit clothes,looking at myself. "Thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou," Irambled on, leaping into the air and clasping my hands together."Of course deary," she said with a smile. "But those clothes, I can fixthat for you. What do you want?"I thought for a. There’s more to computers than that Mac you use for video editing at home.” His grin expanded into his eyes. “Amelia transfers funds to her iWallet and pays with her iPhone.”“You can do that?” I remembered her trust fund, an annual allowance transferred every month. That must be it. Then Peter’s earlier comment hit me like a ton of bricks. “She talks to you about me?”Peter nodded. “Who am I to judge if she’s attracted to an older man? I’m gay. It’s nature, weird but nature.”“But you don’t. Maine uth ke baitha usssne poooocha kya hua jaan to maine kaha aaage kare to wo boli kya main kit ere ko dard hoga to paehle finger dalta hu wo boli jaise tere ko thik lage kar …maine waise hi kiya pehle finger kiya mujhe to gamri ka ehsaas ho raha jo ki uski chhooot mein thi ……maine kaha yaar sardiyon mein humein rajaaaai jarurat nahi padegi …. Wo boli mujhe maze lene de karte raha phir maine use kaha ki ab chate hai jaise filmo mein hota hai to wo kahti nahi mijhe saram aati hai maine mai bhi. I'd soon find out.When Jenny began to cry, I took her in my arms and pulled her close to me, and I quickly let my lips find hers and I started kissing her very warmly and passionately. Then, I let my hand slide up from beside my body and I covered her right breast, letting my hand smoothly squeeze her tit and let her know that I was a caring man who wanted her sexually and very intimately. I wanted her to know she was in safe hands, but that I wanted to fuck her. I didn't want there to be any.