Was he asleep? I tapped on the door, then again, and, sans response, cracked it open, thinking I'd make sure he was breathing and leave the cell phone... on his desk.What I saw was my son, ear buds in, music playing, staring at the window of his friend William's bedroom, who lived next door. He was also playing with himself. What the hell was going on? While William's light was on and his blinds open, from the standing position I couldn't see into his room, but realized I could from the hall. She had only to ask for something and invariably within a day or two, she would have it. However, far from spoiling her, as it surely would’ve most others, this love made her deeply attached and obedient to her family. At the time our story begins, Nidhi was the perfect poster girl for the modern India… a mixture of ideal daughter and ambitious youth. All through school, Nidhi was at the top of her class. A favorite of her teachers, she was nevertheless popular among her classmates as well.. Una tupida red envuelve mi torso, dibujando figuras geométricas; mis pechos, cercados, propulsados, tiemblan. Una soga cruza mi vientre y se hunde en el sexo; forma un nudo que coincide con mi ano y trepa por la espalda bifurcándose alrededor del cuello. De los pezones parten finos bramantes que se anudan a mi lengua. El acto de tragar provoca un tirón insoportable, sabroso. El menor movimiento de cabeza tensa la soga que cruza mi vientre y hace que ésta se hunda en mi coño y que el nudo. Recently I was using his laptop and discovered that he has a thing for public sex, so I've decided to give him what he wants...* I watch Tom as we walk through the mall thinking of how much he is going to love what comes next. “Hey Tom?” I ask him. “Yea?” He says back. As I said this we stop walking and are standing in the middle of the walkway of the mall. “I know you like public sex Tom.” He blushes furiously as he searches for something to say back. “I can't believe it Tom,” I say flatly..