'Oh God, this is really happening,' I thought to myself.I undid the button on his jeans and pulled the fly down. I asked him to lift his butt so that ... could pull them down and he happily obliged. He was still wearing his Calvin Klein boxers as I reached up to turn the light on—I wanted to see everything. As I looked down, I could see the outline of his cock running down the leg of his boxer shorts. I placed my hand on it and rubbed it softly. I looked up at his face and his eyes were fixed on. I smiled as I took it.He sat beside me and fingered my pussy.I liked it… Slowly he widened my legs and licked my pussy and I had to hold his hair if I wanted to gulp down some tea after which he will resume licking me. I felt his hard on with my feet and I pulled his lungi away and I saw it growing up like a good boy.I pushed him to bed and I got on top of him and I pulled the foreskin of his penis down and his precum surfaced like a bubble and I liked the \’oooh\’ sound he made when I licked. Me: Bro koi Aunty pataya kya??Ashok: Nehi yaar sale koi murgi phas nehi rahahi yaar, kya karein????Nishant: Abe Chutiye, tere se koi nehi patega, mein tum log se pehele pataounga aur chodke dikhaonga, prove kardunga ki me hun asli Delhi Boy, Samjhe!!Me: Are Bhai, job bhi patao pehele, mujhe akbar chodne dena yaar, bahat taras rahaun.Nishant: ok bro, don’t worry tujhe milega lakin pehele hum lenge, okMe: ok, but sale sirf bat bat chodoge yaa kisiko pataogebhi??Ashok: haam yaar, kuch to karnaa. She stopped. Refreshed herself from the bar, grabbed her shawl. Was gone.Out into dying heat and falling light. Across cobbles and into the back of a tram. Black bodice; purple voile; dark legs, the shawl wrapped around her head as if in confession. A sense of urgency. The end of the tram line met with a cable car, caught high on steel wire, swinging in growing breezes. Open, exposed, a frail bar to hold her, she got in, artfully matching its constant movement. She faced mountainside knowing he.