"And what is your call about, sir," he was asked."To be honest, it's a little embarrassing. I've been collaborating with a freelance journalist but I'...e lost his contact details. He mentioned that he's done work for the Herald before and I was hoping your editor could help me get in contact with him." Who is the freelance?" Mark MacGhee," Duncan said."Yes, he has done work for us in the past. Give me a second and I'll look on the editor's contacts database for you, no need to bother him he is. We are living ina village. We are one of the richest family in our village. My father is abroad. Through my stories I am explaining my life. Coming to my life.I am 18 now. I am studying in +2. I am not so used to talk with girls. Till 10th std I was studying in a boys school. I like so many girls in my classroom. I am one of the best student in the class. So every friends treat me like a book worm. But inside me it’s not like that. Every day before sleeping I masturbate thinking of some girls. The large head lay covered in thick foreskin that was coverd in bulging veins that looked filled to their absolute limit. Pearly white flow ran from the deep slit in the center down to the border of velvety skin reaching past the flaring crown of the brute in front of me. From there, the pearly path stretched downward nine or ten inches in a wide line of drooling precum that ended in curved clear droplet that left my mouth watering over my tongue.I leaned forward as easily and naturally as if. Susan's head languorously turned towards the wonderful man that was holding her. She just looked at him for a moment before answering. She wanted to memorize his face so that she would never forget it. Susan wanted to remember the laugh lines at the corners of his mouth. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes that got deeper when he smiled seemed important. The expressive, kind blue eyes seemed like a bottomless ocean that she could swim in forever. Her smile broadened as she felt the hard.