His thirst was insatiable, which was why he had gone out again that night -- to find a drink to quiet the screaming demons and to relieve the parched ...feeling that had assumed squatter's rights in his mouth.He had spent the night drinking at Murphy's Pub, and cringed at the sound of the "last-call" bell, both from disappointment, and from the tinny resonance which traveled down his spine like fingernails on a chalkboard. Upon returning home, he hoped that the passed time would somehow make her. There were few guys and few girls. All were holding a glass of wine in their hand. Rahul introduced me to his friends. He and his younger brother Rohit were staying in that residence. Everyone was having a very good time. I was checking out hot guys and the person who attacked me the more was Rohit.I sat next to him and was having my drink. Rahul came and sat on other side of me and started to flirt. After a while, Rohit went to use the rest room and without anyone’s knowledge, I followed him.. This was a telltale sign that Mr. Richards was becoming sexually aroused by my manipulations of his penis and scrotal sac. Without thinking, I rubbed the head of his penis with my thumb, spreading around the clear natural lubricant that was now leaking profusely from the deep slit of his swollen glans. My own pussy was leaking as well and I could feel that my panties were soaked. As I inhaled deeply though my nose I could smell the aroma of sex in the air as my own essence mixed with the musky. "Baby," she sighed, "you're almost grown." She leaned against the sink and sipped her drink. "If your daddy was still here, he'd tell you about things, things a boy as grown as you should know."I was very embarrassed. "I know all about that, Mama," I said. I wanted to drop the subject. Her eyes narrowed, and she laughed. "What do you know?" Fact of the matter, I was about as ignorant as a boy can be. All I had was the vaguest of vague ideas picked up in smutty schoolyard talk. "Have you ever.