"So how come I don't remember you from the twelfth grade classes, Andy?" "I go to St. Luke's Catholic school with the rest of the guys." "Oh, I see," ...she finally said. "It's almost noon. Finish your tea, and go on home. We'll call it quits for today." "What about painting the living room?" "Too hot to paint now," she said. "We'll start first thing in the morning. Be here early, okay?" "You mean like eight o'clock?" "That'd be fine," Helen said. "Hey, Andy. you did a good job today." He broke. Out of curiosity I stood up and backed up and sure enough the hole would have been aligned with my ass.Seeing as I was standing at this point I wanted to see what was written on the other side of the wall. I flushed , pulled up my pants and walked around and closed myself in the other stall. Sure enough there was tons of writing there as well. I looked to where the hole should be and saw a piece of duct tape. It looked new and I guessed either a patron or more probably the person who cleans put. His cock though not yet fully erect already hangs half way to his knees as I grasp it at the base and lift it. My tiny hand won’t reach completely around its massive girth. My tongue slithers out like a snake sampling the air and catches the drop of pre-cum that has formed at the tip of this massive tool, the slightly salty bittersweet reward of my slutiness, my first treat of the morning. I press the shaft of his stiffening cock against his belly and my tongue traces down the underside, of its. That day, dad informed me that he decided to host a cards game at our house. He wanted me and my maala bhabhi to serve the party. It was new to me, but I did hear about such parties before and agreed wholeheartedly.That afternoon, we were at home making preperations for the party. I had to go upstairs to get something, and met Uncle Sharma again.Like last time, I noticed Uncle Sharma again this time, with his cock in hand and one of my panties in his other, and rubbing it all over his.