He wasn’t technically a virgin. Once, on a school picnic, in the 11th standard, some boys had sneaked in some Old Monk and even though they drank ve...y little, each of them got mighty drunk and passed out in their tents. Each tent was for three people.In the middle of the night, he woke up with a weird sensation and found Ajesh sucking his cock which had become rock hard. He was too shocked to react and too much in pleasure to stop him. Although he quickly got comfortable with his personal. Iwanted more and so did he. He mounted me yet again, slipping easily this timeinside my sloppy cunt. He fucked me hard but not withnear the intensity as the first two times. He slippedfrom me and I grabbed his cock, spurting over my handand brought it behind his hind legs and took him in mymouth. He was spurting down my throat and whimpering. Iswirled my tongue around his cock, bobbing my head backand forth over him, hand around the base of his cockholding him still. I felt it splash over the. " Amazing. Most of all," I said, "I can't believe it was this easy." It wasn't. It's not over. He may have come in overconfident, but I assure you he has a backup plan. And he may have a backup to the backup." But you have a plan to handle that," I said with confidence, "don't you?" Nope. I haven't a clue what he might do. Even though we don't have surprise on our side next time, image and self esteem are inflexible for him so anything that attacks them keeps him on the defensive." I'm sure. .. and as I said in class, Mioki, you must LIVE what you paint. The artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the canvas is a lie."Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone aroused such feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must experience. She also realized that her awakening passions were not just for life itself, but also for the man who stirred those feelings.