Not one of the popular kids at school by any means, and it wasn't unusual for me to be home on a Friday night. Not that I never did anything' I did ha...ve friends, and sometimes we'd catch a movie or tool around in my friend Russ's car' but sometimes I'd stay home just for the hell of it. Well, truth be told, there usually was a reason to stay in. Her name was Karen Wojnowski.You see, my mother was bit paranoid. We lived out in the hills, in a remote location, and she was always afraid of someone. You for one had opted to wear the black sweater vest, white button down with long sleeves and heather gray slacks, other students seemed to prefer the full sweater option. With nothing to do but stand around, you seized the opportunity to check out the girls. They were all wearing short gray plaid skirts, most had opted out of the sweaters allowing you to catch peaks of their cleavage in their white button downs.Finally an old man who looked to be about two hundred years old came into the lobby. He thrusts all of his manhood into my throat, I take him, and he groans out. I pull him out of my mouth, popping it lightly as I do. He looks down at me; I can see he is in the same state of lust as I am. “I need you, Harris.” “I need you, Grace. Come here.” He helps me up, and kisses me long and deep. I take a step back, and drink in the view before me. I look at his sleek, slender body with its fine musculature superb male animal in his prime condition. He hips are narrow; his butt tight and. Main unke saath bahut flirt kar raha tha aur woh bhi mujhe full line de rahi thi. Mujhe lag raha tha ki main unhe set kar lunga. Maine unse mazak mein kaha aap itni sundar kaise ho woh sharma gayi.Fir unhone mujhse puchha tumhari girlfriend hai kya. Jispe main bola nahi meri koi girlfriend nahi hai. Uski chachi boli toh bana lo koi. Main bola to Shilpa aunty aap hi ban jao. Woh smile karne lag gayi aur boli tum bahut bade flirt ho. Main toh tumse age mein badi hu aur married bhi.Main hass ke.