Uncaring that here was my release from the mindless boredom of this stinking cell. Not if it came from this disapproving man dripping in the stench of... cheap cologne. ‘Grave robbing, Tomas? Grave Robbing!’ he spat at me as he stepped inside the metal doorway. My father looked me up and down then at the drunk nearby. ‘I think I would rather call him my son.’ ‘And I would rather he was my father than you, so we’re even. Better a drunk for a dad than a cocaine junkie for a father.’ I looked to the. Bat h holi k dino ki.Aunty kuch jyada hi psnd krti h holi ko.Us din kya maal lag rhi thi green color ki saree me baal bandhe hue the usne or backless blouse or dikh rha tha, jb piche se dekhta to lgta k peeth pe chate mar k laal krdu saali k or phir chatu.Akhir kar uska or mera amna samna hua mene use wish kiya usne mujhe hmne ek dusre k gaal pe gulaal lagaya or wo chal di mud k.Mudne k bad uski gaand or backless blouse dekh k mere mooh se sssssss nikla shayad wo usne sun liya or 10 sec eye. “Laws don’t apply.” “You sure?” “I asked our lawyer.” “OK, but not here. Too much sand.” She laughed and stood. I trotted back to the house with her, getting more and more eager and rigid, and we went into the outdoor shower stall and stripped, not really looking at each other, hurrying, eager.She squealed, both hands to her mouth, eyes huge, then pointing at me.“What’s wrong?” I asked, freeing my cock which had been trapped in the suit’s supporter and pulled on it gently. It flopped out,. Half-disappointed that he wouldn’t spend the night, half-grateful that he wouldn’t have to find an excuse to leave, Adam disposed of the condom and got dressed. Both knew there were more potential playmates to meet.Sunday began much like Saturday. After breakfast, a different hunger lured David back to his room rather than lingering to speculate about the attractive late risers. Reviewing the video from the night before, he found and zoomed in on two synchronized views: Adam’s shaft going in.