She was perfect for me. I told her how I felt and she told me the same thing. But her boyfriend was still in the picture. But he was in a different co...ntry. Who could leave this beautiful woman behind during a crisis? I told her to leave him and I will take his place. She said she was going to. But it’s the internet and who really knows. All I know was I really wanted this beautiful woman. So I kept making her photos and talking to her every chance.It was a Saturday night I check my messages. I m, 40 years, extremely handsome married. I must apologies that this story is a not a real story but meets with reality of a similar story. I am repeating this story which has been borrowed from some site which I had downloaded in my computer from some site which is not recollecting able. I have also tried to make minor changes here and there in this story. This all happened after two months of regular chatting for hours with my friend Sayeeda, one fine day she stopped communicating with me. 'What's it to be little girl'?I was shivering and huddled-up, the man with my panties had opened them up and was licking the gusset, where my pussy sat when I wore them, 'Six blow-jobs, or the internet', someone said menacingly, 'Not to mention not having any clothes to wear either', someone else said thickly.I looked at the bolted door ahead of me, my eyes slowly went upwards and rested on the brass bolt, to reach out and throw that bolt would invite those leering men inside to do as they. Push stop and wait, this is repeated over and over again until at last he has all of his huge cock buried deep inside the boy, I look down between the boys thighs, his lower abdomen is distended by the huge appendage which is inside him. I look at his face, the pain has gone now his eyes are glazed over, he seems to be in a world all of his own, one where unbelievable pleasure is slowly creeping in.Ijah slowly pulls his cock back out of the boy and for a moment I think that Jamaal’s insides are.