He appeared to be younger than the other man,perhaps his late thirties. But his life on the street and the crack pipe in hishand had done quite a numb...er on his face. Besides the wrinkles he was covered withfreckles. all over. And very skinny. Yummy.I could see his face because he had the door open halfway. His pants weredown around his ankles, he was holding a bic to his crackpipe and his longlimp veiny yellow sausage dangled between his legs. He was uncut and his dickhead wasunknown territory.. We chose a movie which we knew won’t be having a full theatre and started watching sitting almost in each other’s arms. I told her, the path that we are moving on leads to a relationship which is not moral and knowing her (she was a girl with moral values) she may not like it later. She said, I can’t resist you anymore. You are my dream man. I said, in that case, I don’t have a problem.I kissed her on her lips, a deep and passionate kiss and after two minutes of kissing, I also started. I think she was eagerly waiting for this time. (even me also waiting for the same) after my parents left, she came to my room and asked what shall I prepare for breakfast? (since my parents went to night train) her look was saying that she need me as breakfast, not the real breakfast. Even I was waiting for her approach. I told to prepare dosa. She left to the kitchen, I was preparing for the interview and asked her to get me a cup of coffee.After some time she said, “The coffee is ready,. )Basically, I like to be submissive to male authority, which all guys possess through their dicks. No, I am not talking about whips, chains, leather, or any of that kind of shit: Hey, if a man can't dominate me with the equipment God gave him, then how much of a man can he really be? I learned my place in the world young, as my Dada would come into my room late at night on those (frequent) occasions when mom wasn't "in the mood." At first, his m*****ation consisted of moving the underside of.