If she wakes up now, I’m dead meat.She fits me like a warm, wet glove, and I can feel her inner ridges massaging my cock as I glide in and out of he.... I know I’m not going to last long. I speed up a little, but it still feels really slow. It’s enough. I feel the first pulse, and I know I’m on the way. I continue at the same pace, feeling my cock pulse again and again, the urge to cum growing stronger inside me.I speed up again, fucking her as fast as I dare, which is still pretty slowly and. I could getall depressed and moody about it but what is the point; it isn't goingto change anything and will just upset myself and everyone around me.I'm just making the best out of a bad situation." Well you are certainly good looking enough that the boys will beinterested so at least you won't have to worry about that."As Anna uttered those words my face winced in pain. Boys; no they couldnever fancy me. A picture of being grabbed and kissed by a man filled myimagination. This was too much. The ground floor was occupied by a sait family; a mature couple with a daughter just about my age and a seven year old boy I suppose. But the problem is that the compound wall was raised to just about the first floor balcony and I being in the third floor was totally cut off the view of ground floor. Then came the worst nightmare the second floor was occupied by an ugly Tamil family it had two brothers, wife of one of the brothers and their children. The women herself was big, foul mouthed and. Those old enough will remember the buses, green below the windows and off white from the windows up to where the sides rounded into the roof. Not airconditioned, cramped, with windows that went up and down, and belching diesel fuel exhaust.It was probably about 6 miles, but it took close to 40 minutes. Since I was at the end of the line I always got a seat, but within two blocks the bus was always full. I was a tall, lanky kid, brown/blondish hair, small facial features, and thick, full.