Aanal naangal ithai avanidam sola vendam endru mudivu eduthom ethanaal endraal avanuku ithu therinthathu endraal manam varunthuvaan endru.Pinbu naanga... vanirkul enna nadakirathu endru parka aasai patom aanal athu annanuku theriyaamal paarkanum endru ninaithom.Naangal oru vaaram muzhuvathum paarthukonde irunthom avalum tuitionuku iravil latetaagave vanthaal. Engalal suspensai thaangikola mudiya vilai oru naal iruvarum tuitionuku selamal carin pine ozhinthukondu indru ulle ena nadakirathu. He held the towel out to her.“Can you finish down there?” he asked. “It felt really nice while you were doing it before and it’s kind of hard for me to reach.”“Ummmmm,” was all she could get out.She stumbled as that big hand pushed her toward his thighs, where her eyes lit on a giant penis that was now alarmingly stiff and thrusting out from enough crinkly brown hair to make a decent wig out of. You know ... like that Richard Simmons guy ... if he’d been born yet.She stared at the rigid thing. “Sarfaraz we were just… Mmm… ” she was searching for justification before I showed her my solid proof. “How about this clip?”Before Aditi, the boy was at my feet telling me not to show it to anyone. I get it as he was from a highly conservative family and also a junior. I had no worries about him now. Aditi, on the other hand, was putting up a brave arrogant looking face.I asked, “So Miss Aditi hope you don’t mind me making the clip public?” The guy was already at my feet. I held her face and. "Right? I mean, Literotica is cool and all, but this place is fuckin' dope. Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What.