He had been with Timi and had left the party. But Abuchi had been one of the first to leave. I would have to find out how this all happened later. At ...least I figured that they had come back into the apartment through the back door and down the back hallway. I stood there mesmerized at the scene unfolding before me. I basically ignored the blow job part of the scene as I could not stop looking at Abuchi's big dick thrusting into Timi's wide open pussy. She was really into it as well. There was. Dashing into the building, I ran up the stairs hollering; "Fire, Fire, everybody out." I kicked in the door at the top of the stairs. In the bed room, there was a guy who was drunk as a skunk. I picked him up in a firemen's carry and started back towards the door. At that moment, the ceiling caught fire. I went to my knees and dragged that sucker out of there. By the time we were down to the main floor, his apartment was an inferno.Everybody made a big deal about what I had done. My picture was. Ohhh my god.. She was having a stunning figure… with a toned body she was looking like an angel in the white dress she was wearing.. I can clearly also see the ecstasy in her eyes to see me… We came near and had a quite long chat about well being and how we looked.. we complimented each other… our dressing .. our looks …. Blah blah and all.. Sneha’s cousin sister and her boy friend were trying to leave us alone.. and being with us but maintaining quite difference. Mohammed was aware that, he is. It was that way with Jean and me.For as long as I can remember, she'd been my older sister... aloof, superior and occasionally condescending. As with most of us, the position of apparent superiority was assumed to cover the usual teenaged feelings of insecurity, of being "less than."I'd taken on a completely different persona in the family. I was the joker, the hero and, deep in my own mind, the lecher... the closet rake. A few months before, in an attempt to expand my licentious sphere and.