As a k**, I was never afraid of work (I'm proud to say that even today). I made most of my money working at the local mall as a stock boy in a small s...ore. Eventually, I became a sales clerk and, although I hated retail, I loved the cash. I also cut several lawns on the side and that was great cash money for a k**. At s*******n I got a job babysitting (k** sitting) three or four nights a month for this friendly couple that my parents knew. What my parents didn't know was that thew were into. In my private life, I still kept up my liaisons with Mike and Jonathan and, also, with Craig, who in spite of is premarital declarations to me about renouncing gay sex once he tied the marital knot, simply could not do without it. Craig would call me at my apartment and ask me if he could come round, a request could hardly refuse and once together, it was just like old times. We simply fucked each other, with gay abandon as we both enjoyed each other’s company enormously. As time went on, his. I opened my eyes and pulled out the little toy from my wet cunt.I then looked across and saw a young couple who started kissing and stripping each other off. It was obvious that they did not mind I was there, sitting quietly and watching their every move.As I watched their stripping, both front seats went back and the man put down his head between the lady’s thighs. She moaned, throwing her head back, as she pushed the face of her lover even tighter to her crotch.She was wearing sunglasses, but. .” We heard Rani call out from the washing area in the back yard.“Yes Rani...” Pushpa answered back, sitting up with a jerk on the bed.“I have finished washing...” Rani called from the back yard, “Did you finish yet?”“No, I am wiping it now ... after that I have to wash the terrace too ... You go and start work at Sarla Bhabhi’s house now ... I will come in a while...” Pushpa called back, looking back at me with an apprehensive look on her face.“Ok ok ... I go...” Rani answered.We heard the.