(V.T.) station pe chhodke ghar wapis aaya to Prachi collage jaa chuki thi aur use lautne ko shaam hone wali thi isliye main ghume ke liye nikal gaya a...r Juhu choupati pe jaake samundar ka mast nazara lene laga jab shaam ko 7 baje to mein local pakadke wapis ghar aa gaya tab tak 8 baj chuke the aur Prachi khane par mera intajar kar rahi thi jab mein ghar pahuncha to wo ghussa hokar boli kaha zakk mar rahe the itni der (us time hum dono ke pas bhi mobile nahi tha) to maine kaha ke tumhe aane mein. Mikey's mind was in turmoil. This whole scene was growing more and morehorribly familiar. The filthy kitchen, this big man's hatefulness andhis violent temper were clicking into place to remind him of somethingthat was about as wrong as wrong could get. What were these strange andawful memories?! It was like they were coming from out of nowhere...A dirty broken-down house like this... Two bedroom, one car garage...This same floor plan... The stuffy kitchen, with that cracked anddiscolored blind. Something." Ah, a submissive." The girl nodded her head again on hearing the word, and I decided to see just how submissive she might be. "Well then, if you are a submissive, and you are in training, then you should be on your knees." I waited for a beat or two, still locking eyes with her. She finally broke eye contact and flowed smoothly to her knees, surprising me a little by how naturally she seemed to do it, and by the simple fact that she had done it all. The game was getting even more. By our junior year, most of the guys had seen their girlfriend's tits and maybe felt a little pussy. More stories surfaced at the high school about the guys who were getting laid and the girls that put out. It wasn't until my eighteenth birthday that I felt confident to move to that next level with Becky. The following Saturday night, again a bowling night for the Johanssons, I readied my plan to fuck Becky. She seemed more willing than ever and I was convinced we were ready for the next step..