To please my parents, I started hanging out with him more and more. A man in his mid-fifties I saw him as a kind man. He always found tie to speak wit...h me and give me advice on everything to include sex. One day when I broke down and told him how I felt after I masturbated, he didn’t laugh at me nor condemn my actions, but reach over and hugged me like the kind uncle I pictured him. It was during this hug I felt his soft cock growing and press against my right thigh. I tried to ignore it, but. He really fills my pussy with that hard hot prick, I just love feeling him inside me and when he cums Ohhh its heaven to feel him spurting his cum in my pussy, theres so much of it, sometimes it runs down my legs.”“So how often do you see him.” I asked, not really sure if I wanted to hear the answer. “Mmmm about every other day, sometimes in the mornings, sometimes afternoon sometimes at night. We like to fuck in public places, its such a thrill thinking that we might be seen or even caught.. " He thought for a second. "Which basically means I've got an hour or two to kill."He was studying every inch of her face. She was beautiful - this was going to be awkward couple of hours. He tried to break his gaze, but he couldn't stop studying her long, ginger locks. Her face was round and slightly pale, forcing him to look at her deep brown eyes.He managed to break away from her face but things had just become worse.Is he just staring at my boobs? Amy thought.She can tell where I'm looking.. I am Hari and I am 29 years old. Basically I am from Ranchi. I completed my engineering at Chennai.I have worked and stayed at Hyderabad, Chennai, Kochi and now at Bangalore. I always had a fascination for South Indian guys. I loved them way more than any other Northies or Bengalis. I love their muscular bodies, darker complexion and moustaches especially.The raw sexual appeal oozing out of them cannot be matched by others. However this was always my fantasy and that is all. I was always afraid.