“Okay,” she said. “I can find my own way home.”“I wasn’t telling you because I wanted you to go home. You’re coming with me,” I said.�...�I wasn’t at that party though,” she said.“Neither was I, but we were still hurt by the people who threw the party. I want you there.”She grinned at me when I told her I wanted her there and kissed me.“How’d things go with your dad last night?” I asked.“Good, I think,” she said cryptically.“You’re not sure?”“No, it’s not that. The talk went well, but he ended by. Par mere ko kya chut toh mil hi rahi thi. Maine thoda majak karna shuru kar dia roky ka land priya ki chut mein mera land toh pichle ek gahnte se hi khada tha. Main roky ke piche gaya aur maine kaha ki roky aaj priya ki chod teri hi gand maar leta hun vaise bhi maine kisi ladke ki gand nahi maari meri yeh baat sunte hi priya hunsne lagi. Roky ne kaha chutiye priya ki mar meri gand mein kya rakha hai. Maine kha bahan chod kyun chilla raha hai main toh bus majak hi kar raha tha. Maine kaha ki. Back and forth I continue until the red handprints I had imagined become real. Your attempt to push your hips up and your moans tell me you are enjoying the feeling, that you are starting to give yourself to me. As I pummel into you time after time, seeing you spasm and your entire body quiver, I growl, asking if you want more, or if I should stop. You gasp out “more”. “What was that? Speak up.” “More.” “More… what? “More, please?” “Are you sure? I want you to hear you beg me for it. Tell me. Within a few minutes we both had our lines in the water and a beer in our hands and the afternoon seemed to be going well. It wasn’t long before John decided that he was getting hot and needed to remove his shirt. The slight bulge in my shorts attested to his superb physique, and I’m sure that he noticed my admiration. An hour later and John was getting antsy; apparently his plan of getting me alone on a boat was all that he had in his limited repertoire of seduction techniques. Fortunately.