”“Unner rest? Bu...”“You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney.” He droned on as the implications of my predica...ment became clear. “Do you understand your rights Mr. Henderson?”“Yez, bu you don unerstan.”“Do you waive your right to have an attorney present during this conversation Mr. Henderson?”“I, uh...”I must have passed out because the next thing that I knew I awoke in a hospital room. I tried lifting my arm but there was a clank and I realized that I was. I literally had to stuff Miss Kotian’s black panties in her mouth when I popped her anal cherry to quieten her loud moans. During a beer-drinking session at a local bar, I had narrated the whole incident to my college friends. Word spread quickly in college about this adventure of mine. Hence, the name Mister Arsehole.But the worst name was spoken on a Sunday afternoon in the year 2007. It was by someone who is a very dear family member – my mom’s younger sister and my aunt Nandini Deshpande.. She slides to her knees and unbuttons my Levis. My cock is rock hard. She frees it and smiles. I get the impression that she is not 100 per cent sure what to do. She wraps her hand around my cock and leans in. A light lick at first and then she takes it all. I want to scream, I grab her hair and pull her off me and lean in for a deep kiss. I finally release her and she goes back down. For years, I had fantasized about this and now I find myself not trying to think about her at all. I don't want. It was a full eight cars and I sat anywhere. The train was pleasant and comfortable. I had far to go, so I relaxed. On the next stop, there entering the train was a woman. A sweet and beautiful very, very dark skin Black girl. She was wearing blue shorts that went up to her sweet ass and a camel toe to. Immediately, I wasn't tired anymore, so I sat up and although she was sitting with her back towards me, I couldn't stop looking at her dark skin, while getting an erection in my uniform. But.