The kisssing was hot, gentle, romantic and electric. My whole body was tingling. After what seemed like hours, we broke our kiss. “I haven’t kisse... like that in a long time, love”, he said. “You are too beautiful to be true.” He drew closer again and kissed my neck – again, the feeling was electric. He licked the insides of my ears and continued whispering erotic things.Kannan Chettan finally stopped his foreplay. He got up and took my hand and led me to another bedroom. The bed here was bigger. Dangling skinny-limbed off the branch of a tree, shirtless and adorned withgreased ink stripes across his face or down an arm, he would consent to bepainted by the deaf boy, who smiled and blushed at the red-haired oeuvred'art even when he knew the boy could see him. The feral would turn hisface into the sun, the light would catch his strawberry hair and ignite itso that seen from afar he appeared a pale twig against the tossing greensof the tree, hair aflame – a matchstick, lit and fierce. The. She wore it like a mini dress and she would sit on his couch in a lotus position, knees far apart. John had a stuffed dachshund on his couch and Carol took to moving it back and forth suggestively between her legs. At our apartment Carol would wear skimpy nightgowns or extremely tight tops and shorts. Carol and I had a hot sexual relationship. We both would talk dirty while fucking. I started asking her if I could watch her fuck another man. She would moan and her fucking would grow wild. "*"All you have to do for that, is take my hand and lead on."She hugged me tighter and pushed her body into mine, wrapping one leg around and behind my ankle. I undid the last button on her shirt then slid it off her shoulders, to the floor. My mouth found her neck and nibbled. I swore she whispered please. She lifted at the bottom of my tank top, and pulled it up, awkwardly, over my head, and off my arms, then tossed it casually to the pile by our feet.We stood there nude, not naked, but nude..