I'd gained a ton of hard muscle too. I'd never seen a more well defined eight-pack, nor arms that thick. Not on a real person. Only in magazines.My bo...y hair wasn't as thick as it normally was either. Less like the pelt of fur that made some of my friends jokingly call me the missing link and more like a modest reminder of my masculinity that nonetheless did little to obscure the thick, ripped muscle beneath.And the changes that had taken place between my legs were no less dramatic.Rather than. Scared to have it end for that moment, just wanting it to go on and on and on and on. I had shuddered suddenly when her fingertips touched my penis, hanging down in swollen half-erect status, thick with new excitement but still lost in a sea of unknowing and confused feelings. I think that it had scared her, and she had drawn her hand back and opened her eyes, breaking the touch and opening her eyes – afraid. Quicker than her, I had grabbed her wrist. And we stared at each other again, kneeled. She at once caught hold of my meet and draged me by my dick to the public toilet down the apartment.Revathi closed the door and came closer to me and removed my shirt and pants at once and then my underwears. I said‘Mam , what are you do…’.before I could complete, she put her hand on my mouth and said“I am not your mam, am a slut and I want your dick and you should treat me as a bitch today, if you don’t then I would call everyone and say that you tried to rape me.”On saying this she bend down. I brought my hands up to them, twisted them gently in my fingers, and he writhed in a pleasure. I started kissing my way down his chest and stomach, lightly, sucking slightly as my lips pulled away. As I neared his straining cock I felt him move, trying to push it toward my mouth, but I deciced to make him wait. I slid down further, low enough to kiss the insides of his thighs. I pushed his legs slightly apart and leaned in close to his balls, which hung loosely. Pulling his legs apart still.