Jo bhi mujhe dekhta tha apni pant pe hath rakh leta tha. Aisa nhi ha k main virgin hu. Stories to bhot ha share krne k liye lekin shuruat is story se ...kr rhi hu. Main college second year mein thi. Mera bhi man karta tha sab ladkiyo ko gaadi chalate dekh k main. bhi gaadi chalau. Maine papaji se bhot zidd ki k garmi ki chutti mein mujhe bhi sikhni ha car.Agle din subah hi paas k driving school se 1 gaadi aur deiver aa gae. Jaat driver tha koe 24-25 saal ka. Lamba.. Handsome. Main bhi saj dhaj k. That brings those grey goose bumps inwe are talkin about who knows u just really want me stretching ur assbut im just lookin in ur eyes sliding my fingers up n down ur backu fix your hair n lick ur lips waiting for my attacka hand goes up ur neck to tbe base of ur skull fingers rubb the scalp wide the tightly pulldeeper than u expect u have to arch ur back not from any pain but because it spreads ut chest n i wouldnt have it any other wayi lick between from belly to chin then down againmy other. ‘Hello. My name’s Tyler, what’s yours?’ He asked him. ‘My name’s Nicholas and my mommy says I have to be good,’ Nicholas replied. Tyler nodded, ‘That’s probably good advice buddy,’ he said as he stood up and walked up the front path. He knocked on the front door. A little girl appeared behind the stained glass panel to the left of the door. ‘Daddy, Uncle Tyler’s here!’ she yelled. ‘Okay, let him in,’ replied a deep male voice. The door handle started to move back and forth. She looked at. A solid mountain of a man and dark, he was child of a long line of Blackamoors who had settled in Spain centuries ago. His family had become Catholic to protect themselves from the suspicions of the Inquisition, but Jorge’s heart had little concern about God in it. The only times I’d ever heard the word pass his lips was when he was in the midst of battle, damning an opponent, or ‘tearing off a piece’ as he says. My First was my strong right arm, I’d seen him loft two over the rail at once,.