My name is Martyn. I guess I should explain who I am.I'm a 29 year old guy. I'm not exactly the best looking guy in the world. I'm a bit overweight, g...nger and I wear glasses. Needless to say, i'm not 'Mr Handsome'. I'm usually quite shy and a little socially awkward.There's also something else I should tell you. You may not beleive it but I have mind control powers. No, don't leave this story. I really do!It all happened 3 years ago. I went through a very stressful time and my brain had pretty. “Sorry. It’s the middle of the summer and the sun doesn’t go down until after the stores close. We have to wait until the winter or until you get stronger. I could go out and try to buy you stuff again.” I offered.“After last time? Hah! No thanks. I’ll deal for now.” Kayla laughed.All Kayla had were the clothes on her back. While I certainly owned a washing machine, I could understand her wanting some variety. I didn’t know anything about women’s clothes, but I attempted to buy some things for. Anya looked up at him, surprised, yet…not. Kolkev was a harsh man, a man's man. But he also had a secret, softer, loving side which few ever got to know. Only a few women could ever say they'd glimpsed that side of Kolkev Jaru.He moved with the grace of a panther now, his cock bobbing with each confident stride as he prowled around the side of the bed. She lay on her back now, her wrists still cuffed behind her. Her legs were splayed wide, her pink pussy exposed to him. He slid onto the bed,. Myslef: Ok and we kept talking some stuff.Hottie: How is the relation between you and your girlfriend (Minne)Myself: goodHottie: I mean physically?Myself: I said what do you mean?Hottie: how far did you guys go?Myself: Not far, we kissed each other and some tiffins (Hyderabadis know what tiffins mean: touching, pressing boobs everything other than main course which is sex)Hottie: Explain it to me I won’t reveal it to anyone.Myself: We became very close now so I explained her how we kissed each.