The booth was dark which gave us a lot of freedom to play a little. I looked at him, biting my lips, seducing him. His hands went up a little more and... caressed my pussy over my panties. I did not stop him. He finally understood I was his. He got closer and we kissed more, he was a good kisser. His fingers, with experience, went under my panties over my already wet pussy. He asked me if the wetness was for him and I told him yes. I was feeling very dirty, letting this man touch my pussy and. As I neared college I was whistled at and realised men were looking. This made me even wetter and I was glad to step off near a vacant cycle rack. As I was locking on to it one of the theology bods from my landing also found space for his bike. He asked if he might help carry anything. For some reason which I never quite understood Theology students don't appear to carry books! They also appear to be slightly detached from the rest of student life.I smiled and said that his help would be. .. this is my forte ... incapacitating my enemies ... I do this all the time and no one escapes...Or something."Yes! Yes, I did. But I didn't have a choice. She knew Alek had betrayed her and was going to kill both of us."Something didn't seem right so I checked his bonds, they were tight."You know, every time you try to tell a lie to make things go easier for you, it will just make them go harder." What do you mean? That's what happened."I waggled my index finger in front of his face. I wasn't. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here…Soon after my divorce, I had began to have some relations with some women friends of mine. Our relations were simply for enjoyment. No one was expecting anything more from our relationships. Things took a quick turn one summer.