She said she will inform my parents. I was scared. I pleaded not to do so. After lot of request, she agreed not to do so provided I become her slave. ... agreed. She came near me and caught my prick. Immediate it became tick and strong. She asked me why I have shaved my bush. I told her I was scared to shave. She said she will shave it. She went to the kitchen and came back with the scissor. She asked me to undress her. I undressed her. What I saw was out of this world. Her whole body was covered. Mage ath aragena eyage papuwe thiyagena than deka mirikewwa....jungiya assatath atha dammawagena choowa atha gawewa..so i got strange feeling to my body when we doing so...those days we had big land and evening we used to go little away from home to pluck ambul pera....and we were talking about our friends...she always telling me things her friends doing with boys...hearing this too, i used to get strange feelings....some times she used to pee ...just behind a bush but i could see. eya gawma. There he saw a few birthday presents waiting for him.Dylan unwrapped the presents in front of him. It was mostly just cash from relatives, with the DVDs he’d asked his dad for. But one present took his interest. It was a small-medium box, and according to the label was from his grandparents, his maternal ones. Unwrapping it, Dylan found that it was a shoebox. Assuming they’d bought him a new pair of shoes, Dylan opened it, but instead he found a load of CDs in their cases.“Oh cool!” Dylan. I thought about them; thought about her as I wanked. I fantasised about her: sometimes her display was one of utter innocence, she was the oblivious schoolgirl to my perverted voyeur; more often it was a deliberate display, and she watched me wank until my cock erupted and I spurted cum all over her in a depraved act of worship. Either way, it was really happening and was a massive turn-on; and balancing on the knife-edge only served to make the associated fantasies more exciting and the.