After, almost seven songs, Deb walked in and sat on the couch next to my recliner. She sat still for about three more songs and then she very quietly ...poke.“I love you, Mick.”“Not, “I know you do?”, Deb?” I asked quietly.“What?”“Deb for a very long time now, every time I told you that I loved you, your answer was ‘I know you do’. You haven’t told me ‘I love you’ in a long time. As a matter of fact, until just now, I can’t remember the last time you said it, do you?”She sat quietly for a bit. I put on some tunes for you as I finished puttering in the kitchen. "You know I could always make us coffee" ya sure" you say with a smile.I bring you a cup and as I bend over to put it on the table I see you looking down my shirt. You reach for my hand and pull me on to your lap and kiss me gently. As I pull back you run your hands into my still damp hair and yank my head back to your mouth. I can smell your cologne and your manly musk and my tongue darts into taste your mouth. 1 of your hands. I just grin to myself, as Kelso, standing near by comments on my ass, noting the seam riding up the crack of my ass. “Looks good huh”? I respond, teasingly. Putting on the chest protector, I skipped the jersey—about to get wet and muddy anyway. I slide my big ass size 12 jock feet into the Alpinestars--$700 Italian moto boots, and just smile, thinking to myself how lucky I have been to have all this stuff. With the three of us now geared up, we fire up the bikes, now waking everyone that was. I will you about myself,i am 24 yrs old a very handsome guy having a very sound body and always intrested in erotic stories so inspired me to write an real incident of my life.I live in a very small village of haryana near delhi border.my village was not a moderen one in 90,s.i was in my 10th class in those days.our school was co-ed.a cute girl name mala was in my class.her home was near to mine.we used to go school togather and almost play togather.i like to tell you mala was very beautiful.