Satya’s dad lives in Mumbai and gives visit very rarely.Satya is a very studious guy and spends most of the time at university.We never saw saumya a...nty in a bad way.We always treated her like our friend’s mom and she is really friendly with us. One morning all my friends decided to go on a long drive and they left early in the morning.I was alone in the flat and I thought to go to Satya’s flat to get something to eat and I went. The door was open and I understood that satya also went with them. Me- bhaiya !! Apka mann to lag raha hai na yahan?Bhai-apne ghar me kiska mann nahi lagta pagli??Me- nahi..yahan aap ke dost nahi hain na koi isliye puchi.Bhai-tum ho na meri pyaari si dost.Me – waise bhaiya ! Mohalle ki aadhi ladkiyan aapse dosti karna chahti hai.aap kisi ko apbi dost kyun nahi bana lete..dosti ke baad gf bhi ban jayegi aur uske baad ssyad apko bibi aur mujhe bhabi bhi mil jaye.Bhai- is mohalle ki koi ladki pasand nahi hai mujhe.kisi ki naak tedhi. .kisi ki aankhe darawni ,koi. ?Don’t stop, Mrs Jackman,? I heard, knowing Nigel would have heard it too, the entreaty from this young god spurring me on to take as much of my sixteen-year-old lover into my thirty-seven-year-old mouth as was physically possible. At least without it blocking my airways. Finding myself giddy with power at pleasuring and controlling the cock of a young stranger while my husband could do no more than listen from the wardrobe into which I had forced him.?When the pressure became too much, even. "Gaaaa!" she gasped. "Is it over?" she panted. "Are you letting me go now?" Her breath from speaking filled the room with the odor of raw sewage."No," he said. "It's now time for your final, and permanent, installation." Oh God! What are you going to do to me now?" I'm going to do exactly what you wanted originally." What's that? I forget." I'm going to install you into a central sewage treatment tank in my basement, just like in my story, 'THE REPLACEMENT'." Oh," is all she said.He knew that.