“But only at the beginning. You’re very good at it!” I felt his body stiffen a little in pride and smiled inwardly as we cuddled. “Were you ...a... Was it... was it your first time?” he eventually asked, stroking my forehead. I shook my head. “Not quite,” I replied, hoping he couldn’t see me blushing in the darkness. “Could you tell?” He looked shocked. “Well, no. I wouldn't have guessed,” he lied. “Don’t worry, Mike. There’s only been one boy before you and we only did it twice.” I could. Ohhhh … achhha .. isilye NatkhatDaya shrmati heeAb Harsh daya ke ghene aur choodi utar ta he fir uske baal khol ta heFir daya ki saree utar deta he Ab daya red blouse aur lehenge mein hoti heDaya Harsh je kapde utar heDaya ka clevage dekh kar Harsh ka lund khad jaata heDaya woh dekh kar bolti he aap bohot jaldi mein lag rahe hoHarsh ab Daya ke boobs blouse par se dabbana shru kar deta heDaya: arrey baba pehle mere kapde nikal kar mujhe nangi toh kar looHarsh apne mooh se daya ka blouse khol kar. It made me suck him harder. I was surprised that he was still asleep. Even with my whore of a mouth I was beginning to feel sore in the jaw, worn out by the earlier events that had transpired. Still I showed no signs of slowing down. I spent all night tossing and turning, waiting for the sun to come up and my parents to leave so Jace could return to being my lover. But the sun was refusing to rise already, and I took matters, and Jace, into my own hands. Speaking of which I found myself jerking. So Sally the once love of my life had become a salty jealous lesbian bitch and dumped me.By mid-week, she had packed up her belongings and had left my rental loft. I somehow think she had already planned on leaving but just needed an excuse. So I was unceremoniously dumped by Sally-Ann, and to be honest I felt both sorry for myself and a bit relieved.To make matters worse was my work. I had worked at the same company, for 3-years. It was a 30-minute walk to the train station from home each.