What was the problem? His voice was hardly audible as he began to speak. He started off by saying that he knew that his sister had told me about that ...ight after the dance. (He couldn't even look at me) But what he said next was earth-shattering. Neither of them had given any thought to taking precautions they just took a chance.A few weeks later my mother gave him the dreadful news? She was pregnant? They were both panic-stricken. They decided to keep the baby which is just as well because. He had to fight back a constant urge to vomit for quite a long time, but his stomach finally settled down.She had left the room after using him, but had returned around midday, no longer naked. "Good! No mess! Are you hungry?" Actually, I am, but I'm afraid I'll puke if I eat anything." You must eat!" She unshackled him and led him into the kitchen."Can I just have some soda to drink? Ginger Ale or 7-Up?" Sure. How about a snack?" Sure, maybe a little snack," he said.She made some toast and set. "The things I could do to you" Wayne said to me in passing. "Wayne you couldn't handle me on your best day, so keep it movin" I said back to him. "You want to find out?" Wayne asked. I just laughed not taking him very serious and kept walking, but I found myself daydreaming about what sex would be like with him. Wondering what his dick would look like. Would it be big, long, short, and fat? Would it be pale, pink with blond hair, or was it as tanned as he? How would he feel? All of those things. “Yeah yeah, okay,” I said dejectedly without a choice. At that time, I just thought I’d be robbed of my free time. But I was also about to be robbed off my anal virginity.The next day, I turned up at Zafar’s apartment in the morning in a t-shirt and shorts. He was in a vest and shorts and looked taller than the day before. His arms looked more muscular, and his smile warmer as he beckoned me to his study. All of his stuff was still in cardboard boxes, and only his table was set up.In spite of.