It’s my first story to share with you guys this is the story between me and my opposite house gal her name is Eswari aged 20 her shapes are 38 26 32...she is damn sexy uneducated but knows everything. Night times she wears shorts and t-shirt. One day while I am at home I am watching porn and rubbing my cock. My dick is 8inches while rubbing my dick got harder and can visible on short. She came for my mother; I opened the door she asked whether my mother is there? I replied no then she asked I. She had been telling herself since then that she'd take a night out and go have some fun, maybe meet some nice woman to take her mind off of the case from Hell...it was so frustrating that there were no leads and no connection between all those people who went missing.The blonde police detective had dolled herself up and put on a short 70's style leather skirt and tight blouse with "fuck me" leather boots. She thought maybe now that she was in her mid-to-late 30's that she was getting too old. His eyes looked at my lips and for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me, to break that barrier and confirm my thoughts that he was indeed gay, but my lips moved instead. Not to kiss his, though."So, Tom, I have to let you know that I have seen you around before... is there a girlfriend in your life?"I had set the beer bottle on the table in front of us and turned to him, awaiting his answer to my question.He shook his head. "There's no girlfriend. There's no one, why would anyone be. "I think you dropped this."She took the piece of paper with a look of confusion on her pretty face. "I didn't drop ... I mean, okay, thanks."Dean nodded to her politely then stepped back out of her path. She continued walking down the crowded hall but she wasn't in such a rush anymore. Instead she was reading the note he'd given her."Come on, guys," Dean said, slamming shut his own locker. "Pot and pussy. My van. Let's do it." I hope you're not fucking with us," Dylan said. He followed his.