Rahul khush tha ki use ab ghar k kaam nhi krne padte.Ab mai shaila aunty se achi tarh se ghul mil gaya tha.Pr mai janta tha hi rahul k hote hue mai kc... nhi kr paunga to maine usse bat ki or usse kaha ki uski exams shuru hone wali h to use regular college jana chahiye. Thoda samjhane k bad wo maan gaya. Wo daily clg jane laga.Ek di shaila aunty ka call aaya or unhone mujhe apne ghar bulaya.Mai bohot khush hogaya or unke ghar gaya. Unki washing machine kharab hogayi thi or wo chahti thi ki mai. As soon as he let go over her legs, they clamped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. He moaned at the incredible heat of her tight little pussy on his dick. Steadily and rhythmically he pounded into her, hearing her moan, seeing her wince... and feeling her push back against him. He growled his pleasure that this sexy little virgin had so willingly become his little slut, willing to do anything for him, with him. He slipped a hand under her ass, lifting her up and into him... and. I pulled out a paperback copy of ‘I Love Galesburg in the Springtime.’ As I idly flicked through the pages it brought back happy memories. The book was the first Jack Finley book I had ever purchased many years ago. Wait! What’s this? I realised that one of the short stories in the book was not in my copy. ‘The Third Level,’ was definitely not in my copy of the volume, although the title did ring a bell. Then I turned to the title page of the book and noted that this was an American publication. You can contact me at , drop me a mail or text on the hangout. Moving on to the main story, I love traveling and I travel to several places quite often. The incident took place when I along with my friends had planned for a Goa trip. It was the month of December, 2015 and the atmosphere in Goa was truly amazing. A tourist from everywhere in India and also around the world. We rented bikes there and would go ride and travel everywhere in goa and have alcohol all time, we were high most of the.