Parents ka naam sunte hi (luckily) wo aur ghabda gai aur boli please parents tak mat jao,, mai room khali nahi kar sakti.To mene kaha hum to abb kya k...re dusra option hi baki hai, sneha jhat se boli kya rasta hai,, mai aur rahul ek dusre ke samne dekhne lage. Humne kaha dekho,, ek rasta hai,, agar room khali nahi karna aur rent bhi nahi dena to ek way hai,, sneha boli batao na kya hai,, mai karungi,, humne kaha hume tumare maje marne do,, porra din hum dono tere sath sex karenege… manjoor??. I despised myself for it but couldn’t help myself.Of course I made sure I didn’t let anyone know how I felt, especially because Johnny didn’t seem to feel the same about me. Paying me compliments that broke my heart he would punch me in the ribs playfully and say things like:“I like being with you Robbie. It’s not like being with a girl at all. I can really be myself when I’m with you.”It was all I could do not to cry.Of course it was too much to hope that such a boy would remain without. She understood, but I knew what the urgency in her voice meant. I finished the project sooner than I expected, and drove home. When I got there I was surprised to discover my boss car parked in front of our house. When I got inside it was obvious what was happening in our bed room. My boss had used my diligence at work as an opportunity to seduce my wife. At the age of twenty-five my wife was having sex with her second man. I was unsure of how to respond. I had every right to play the role of. She smiled evilly as well.“Sarah darling, can you get me a cigar and fit me up so I ready for when your Mum wrecks this little sissy whore”“Sure Daddy”. Sarah went to the sideboard where she lit her own cigarette, had a couple of deep drags on a joint and popped 2 more of blue pills from the bowl. She cut the end off the expensive fat Cuban cigar and while her Dad watched closely she inserted the end into her wet cunt. Handing the cigar to her father she smiled. Striking a match, she allowed.