All we ever talked about on the phone is how we cant wait to see each other in person and how he wanted to wear some slutty shit for me and wanted me ...o just fuck him, and all I said to him was how I cant wait to fuck him and one day we can move in together and just fuck all the time. We got very strong feeling for each other and started using the word LOVE. All this within a week. We had been chatting a couple months, and one day I decided to go drive and see him. It was an 8 and a half hour. She moved closer to me so that I could reach my hand down her thighs andrub her through her shorts."I want some more too," she whispered into my ear; as she reached downto stroke my growing cock through the fabric of my shorts.I knew illicit sex really excited her. After a minute I was prettysolid, but I let her take the wheel for a minute as I undid the fly of myshorts and pulled my cock out of my boxers through the open piss hole. Itfelt good to be exposed to the open air. Chrissie took. Karajan wants specifics.The thought of his hands and shoulders and his knife brings me closer.... “Karajan, I mean it. I love you! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”Karajan grabs my throat with with left hand and squeezes like he means it this time. The knife he is holding in his right hand punctures my throat. He is going through with it. I am about to die, I know it. “Yes! I deserve it!” I try to say, but no sound comes out. The sparse candlelit room fades to. Ballu kept holding and rubbing daddy dong while both faces pressed together and tongues started slow dancing inside the mouths. “You are my boy, Baldev; your ass is for daddy, do you understand this clearly boy”? Ballu could hardly whisper, “Ji daddy, I am your, for always”. Shit aik masoom bachay ki shame or shyness totally nah janay kahan gharq ho gaie thi aur voh apnay mounh se khud always khudko gaandu kehlwanay ke liye nahi gaandu kerwanay ke liye ready tha. Mr. Marshova ka face always ka.