‘Ask me again when we get back, but it looks a possibility.’ ‘Lucky bastard. If I wasn’t married I’d give you a run for your money.’ ‘Bu...llshit, have you looked in a mirror lately? If you even so much as thought about it, Deb would cut your balls off.’ ‘She would, wouldn’t she? Jealousy is a curse for us handsome blokes, isn’t it?’ Dianne came back in with moleskin pants, heavy duty long sleeved shirt for sun protection and an Akubra, not a new Akubra, this one had seen some use. She struck a. It was Saturday morning in February and Bambi was ironing clothes as was her routine. What was not routine was that she was wearing one of my long shirts and panties as she worked. When she turned and bent to retrieve another article from the laundry tub I caught a momentary glance at the nicely rounded cheeks of her ass. The effect was a surge of lust that drove me out of the apartment and took six beers to work off at ‘The Den’. Not only was my evening’s studies ignored but my sleep was. It was a rainy day when I was standing out of ma collage looking for the taxi to return home as it became the rainy day and ma driver was gone back leaving me to the collage.It was raining hard and I was totally wet also no taxi was there.Then Sameer came on his bike in front of me and asked me can I drop you home.I have seen him many time in collage campus so I was knowing him and looking no other option I except to go with him.I sit on the back side of his bike and we moved from the collage. I'd always made fun of his chicken legs when we were kids but pueberty had changed that, too. He climbed on top of me, brushing my hair out of my face while, although accidental, also brushing a largely obvious hard on against my leg."Are you sure you want me to do this?"Instead of a response I grabbed him, kissing him on the lips shoving my tounge through to meet his. Eventually we broke apart and he proceeded to kiss me down my neck. With his mometum slowing I began to get impaitent, jerking.