“Do you need soap?” Mike piped up.“Huh?” I smoothly responded.“Soap.” He repeated, leaving the water to grab something from the bench; and...just as I had suspected, he returned with what looked like a little bottle of liquid soap. But he didn’t return to his shower, he came up between me and Ted, making a little 3 person nudity triangle. He then proceeded to squirt some soap into his hand and then rubbed some down my back. I tensed right back up at the shock of this naked stranger’s. Mere ghar pe sab gao gaye the, mai dusre din sham ko professor ke ghar gayi, unka ghar bunglow tha, poora garden se bhara hua,, sab taraf se ped lage hue the, Mai unke ghar phochi, to Darwaja ek ladke ne khola, aur wo bola Papa koi ladki aayi hai,, aur mujhe pocha mai kon hu, mene bataya ke Sir ne bulaya hai. Wo mujhe andar le gaya, us time mene tshirt aur shorts pehna tha. Bahar mene dekha to bunglow ke as pas itne ped the ke kuch pata nahi lagta tha ke bahar kya hai aur bunglow ke garden me. . and Mother in my dream told me to get it made. It took me years, over a hundred years I tell you, to find an alchemist talented enough to even comprehend this potion, let alone be able to gather and condense the most important primary ingredient. Years ... it took him – then I had to offer him three granted wishes too in payment. He wasn’t any fool and knew what this would cost him! He distilled me a few other useful potions too, at the same time ... but this one was the crux I knew we’d need. Even when I’m in the middle of my assignments. ---------- As much as the pencil was of use to me, I still had other sexual fantasies and urges that I’d like to turn into reality and out of the many, I’ve successfully managed to make one of the few happen. So my neighbor was having his house renovated and there have been construction workers everyday doing their job. The thing is one of the rooms that is being reconstructed is right opposite my room window and every morning when I open my.