This is my first story, So please apologize for any mistakes. Between any girl or aunty can reach me on I’m 23 currently working as a Civil Engineer... My Cousin has introduced me to the world of Masturbation and I used to masturbate twice/thrice a day then not knowing what it is but just because it gave me pleasure.Coming to the heroine of the story, Her name is Vaishu. She was of my same age, probably a year or two younger to me, As we were children then no one used to doubt us playing together. This would be good, for it would give me a way to get both to behave. I told them flat out, that I was not going to take any shit from the Canadian Government. I could easily move south of the border and if the American's didn't cooperate, the British would gain a new immigrant.I talked of the tax reform and how I didn't want to be taxed twice. Half each was fine but not the full amount each time.On the subject of defence I said, "We need much more of a joint military. The Americans don't like. He stared back at her, with a smug grin on his ugly, Neanderthal mush. ‘Well, ah, I am a bit of a tiger, when I really get going!’ he replied, immodestly. She rolled over suddenly, and his crotch disappeared under a mass of long, wavy blonde hair. He jerked and shuddered, as her hot, wet tongue began to lave clean his soft penis and testicles. ‘Jesus, this bitch is too fucking much!’ he mentally gasped, his limp cock twitching in her gentle grasp. Suddenly her face lifted from his crotch,. I bet his adult diapers are full now.’ There were very few allowed to call Damien by his middle name. In fact only those who shared his bed or his childhood were given permission. A tisking sound was audible over the rock music flowing from the elevator speakers. Damien admired the tailoring of his rich coffee colored blazer with hands that skimmed over the fabric. Having found a small stray fiber, it was flicked from his left cuff with a low growl. Only then did he address his trusted.