I paced and rubbed my palms together in great distress.“Auntie Pen,” Brian cried out plaintively and without hesitation I threw open the door and ...as almost relieved to see his damp circus trunks around his ankles and his cock becoming erect before my eyes. It was intoxicating.“Oh, Auntie, I didn’t need your loo! I’m sorry I…”"No, no, no,” I assured him and knelt beside him and grasped his erection in my right hand while my left pushed against his bare bottom which was as cold, wet, and clammy. Ek din me mere dost ke saath ek course ke liye Pune chalagaya waha mera ek group bangaya. Waha muzhe ek ladki mili Reetu (name changed) jo ki Pune se thi aur jisne meri life badal dali. Uska figure 34 28 36 or uski height 5.2” thi. Use jeans t shirt jyaada pasand the,uski smile pe log marte the. Woh jyada to sleeveless pahenti thi. Aur usne muzhe trend brand look wagerah sikhaya. Fir hum bohot close ho gaye. Hum roj ek dusare ko call karte the . Aab brand, trend ke waje se sabhi ladkiya muzhe. The place waspacked and I was the comedian on the stage, I was failing and I couldsee the crowd watching and they weren't smiling. I was totally fucked!I was way more than in the weeds, I was now in the ditch!Punk bitch high school kid I was, I wanted to cry. I wanted to runaway, run home and hide in bed under the covers, a total fucking sweatyfailure smelling like sweat, scraped grill grease and burned frenchfries. And my friends? None of them worked, probably sitting in mybuddies dad's. And you? Now you forge passports and identity papers for the highest bidders, not for love of Lenin and Marx. More rewarding for you too, no?’ ‘Victor’ sighed. ‘The more things change…most of my, ah, clientele, are Russians, fucking Russians. Mafiya scum, and kleptocrats calling themselves without a hint of irony ‘New Capitalists,” he grumbled. ‘The pay is better, but the more things change…’ he added with a laugh. They chatted of trivial things while the computer searched the database looking.