‘Thank you !’ she said and brushed away a tear, ‘That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me. I hugged her back and then asked, ‘Now what ?...’‘Now my honey, we do something crazy’, laughed Deepti, ‘Let’s go streaking !’‘Streaking ?’ asked Sanjay‘Yes running naked all over the home’ replied Deepti, ‘Come on strip off those briefs!’‘That’s a little bit too daring for me’ said me and then gasped as Deepti’s hands snaked towards the waistband of my briefs and yanked them down slightly. I yanked. Six inches of thick Portugese American sausage, a bit longer when Im this hard. I reach down and stroke my dick, closing my eyes and thinking about the moaning sounds you made. Soon enough, Im making quiet sounds of my own. But then I stop, and take a cold shower, trying to figure out whats wrong with this picture, and I know there will be a talk to be had. I finish washing the days sweat off me, and step out of the shower, drying myself off, my dick finally done being hard. I put on my blue. Just the opposite happened. She literally had no interest whatsoever in sex. And I think that is partially what contributed to all of the crazy things I had been participating in.One night, however, after having explosive sex with Kristina in the living room, I'd left the room to clean up, and on coming back in, stopped to listen to the conversation that my step-daughter Emily and her were having."I think that honestly, I'm going to do it one or two more times. I love being with him. I think. My days normally consist of some teasing, some name-calling, and maybe having my bag nicked or the contents thrown around, all set against the 'background-noise' of self-hatred. Today was worse than that. Much worse.I had been crouched behind the geography hut, reading my book, a safe distance away from everyone else in the entire school, when I was ambushed.It helps to think of it as an ambush (or maybe it doesn't), to think that these people had planned it all. It was much worse to believe.