Mene us se kha sorry n kha k koi bat nai hum ek rum me jarur hai but me tumhe touch v nai karunga tum bed pe soy jao n me sofe pe soy jata hu n me sof... pe late gaya thodi der bad wo uth k baith gai n kha k nind nai aa rahi phir muje laga k iska v mann hai chudne ka n drama kar rahi hai tab se phr me us k pas ja k uski god me apna sir rakh k mene us kha mera sir daba do muje pain ho rha hai wo mera sir halke hathon se dabane lagi muje maja aa raha tha n me us k pet ko touch karne lage usne. "Haha! No one ever said you were!" He laughed. "I guess now would be a bad time to tell you I am," he said. "But seeing as you are as hard as I am, I'm thinking that your cock has a mind of it's own." "Yeah, I guess it does." "I hope you're not mad that I didn't tell you I was gay. I really needed a place to live and you seemed cool." "I really don't know what to say," I said. "I don't know what to think either," I thought. "I should be getting out of the pool. I should be kicking his ass. Or. “Mick will look after you.” That’s me.As Johnny stepped into the shade of the gazebo and picked up his Stratocaster, I turned to Lucille.“You not working?” I asked.“Day shift,” she said. “Just finished.”“And what are you doing now?”“Morwen and I are going to have a drink somewhere,” she said. Morwen was another waitress, tall and slim and moody. If I had to guess at her heritage, I would say it was basically African but so diluted that she had pale skin but black features. While Lucille was. " I gulped, the nerves creeping back in. I shook them off though, and once done shaving, dressed up in the clothes, made my already short-medium length curly hair a bit poofy and sent a pic. The person didn't reply. I didn't have any make-up, so I wasn't really expecting anything. The nerves were dying down again. Then, after a few minutes, my phone buzzed again. Same number. This time saying "you look hot," then a picture followed. I couldn't really tell how tall the man was, but he was white,.