She got up an slaped me and told me to leave, I ran to my house scared. She did not tell anything to my parents, and for an year we did not talk.After... an year, it was raining day of july, it was raining heavily. Rekha, had gone for shopping but forgot to take keys, her son went to school with spare keys. My parents were at work, I was alone at home, I saw her running to building all wet, she was shivering as she was all wet in a green saree which was stuck to her body. I offered her to stay at. I felt the sheet pulled back and then he had his hand on my cock and gently began to stroke me. He used his free hand to cup my balls and kneaded them as he began to move faster on my cock. I held my breath, that feeling was back and then I groaned and tried to pull my cock out of his hand by rolling my pelvis.He cupped the tip of my cock and I spurted the creamy white stuff into his hand as I listened to him breathing. I was warm and wet and when I stopped spurting he grabbed my tip real hard. “Well, I suppose I should start by saying that I was always interested in knowing about Anthea’s previous boyfriends. I think most guys do when they start going out with a girl.”Helen smiled. “Yes, Dave was the same; how big, how good and how many times and in what positions.”Jack smiled. “Yes something like that,” he replied. “Anthea was quite forthcoming.”“You know about the married man she was seeing when she was just seventeen?”Jack nodded.“Dave was furious when he found out. If he had ever. She could see those blue eyes staring back at her as the girl was spread-eagled over the water barrel they often used to catch rain when the skies opened up with a serious downfall. The laughing guards had inserted a hose in the girl's rear-end and another hose in her mouth and were playing a game to see how much liquid she could hold without losing it in undignified release in front of them. They were betting on her ability to retain the liquid and money was changing hands.When an arc of dirty.