Mayny yeh sun k anti k shalwar b utaar di jab dekha tu janab kia nazara tha us ki phudi py aj bilkul b baal nahi thay mayny pocha tu us nay bataya k t...umhy pasand hy na chikni phudi is liye aj shave ki tumhary liye.anti ny sath hi meri shairt utaaryny ko kaha or trouser b kher mai b bilkul nanga ho giya or hum kambal may late gay or anti ab mera khara hoa lun paker k hila hila k khel rahi thi or may anti ki phudi ko shela raha tha kuch dare baad anti uthi or mery lun k pas moo lay ja k moo may. Justine had broken up with her partner after his business developed more cashflow problems. In all honesty, she was tired of bankrolling him. There was nothing formal in their relationship just two good friends who complimented and comforted one another. Both Ali and Justine had received dozens of messages while they had been fucking. It looked like it was going to be quite a gathering.The beer arrived, and Tom, Ali’s old colleague, had thrown a couple of cases of wine onto the van just in. And, yes. A little resentment that you are like this. Anger with yourself too. Why were you born like this ? What nature or nurture turned you into this ?Regret ? Perhaps a little.But guilt ? No.You didn’t ask to be like you are, any more than a stupid person wants to be stupid, or an ugly person chooses ugliness.Even now, deep down, you would prefer to be normal.Nice and normal.Nice and vanilla, preferring candlelit romance, satisfied with the love of one good man and weekly missionary sex in. I should have known it would be you I’d be serving. You’re the only one who asks for me when you dine here at Chandler’s.”“Hi Andrew, I asked for you because you give us good service and are discrete when you see some adult action at our table.”Dan made the introductions with Andrew trying to be polite as he viewed three pairs of mostly revealed breasts. The women admired this late teen’s athletic looking body and the obvious bulge in his pants.“Andrew, I noticed the odd look from you when Dan.