So when she comes most of the time I used to sit in the kitchen and do talking to her. As I am watching her closely, I had a crush on her and I wanted... to fuck her. So I made a plan. On the next day, I asked her to teach me north Indian food recipes and she agreed. One day she is preparing Gulab Jamon and I was helping. She asked me to make the sugar soup so I went to the stove and started heating the kadai. As we are standing next to each other our shoulder are touching. Whenever I bend my hand. I started getting right up next to one of them to untie my cleats—getting a whiff of some ripe rank pit. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause mostly new cleats with clean white socks didnt produce much stink. But then, off came those tite ass football pants. And all that ass now exposed, framed out only buy a tite jock, cupping all that junk. The funk would fill the room, just like a jail. I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of. When I returned Mike, the hardware guy, was watching the game withBilly. Mike was 35-40 years old, dark haired, tall, thin with a full beardand brilliant blue grey eyes. He also looked like a man who had died andgone to heaven. The house was warm and the air-conditioning was off soBilly was shirtless and Mike was having trouble watching the game withouttaking his eyes off Billy's hair-covered torso.Mike rose and apologized for staying after he made his delivery. I told himit was fine, and to. "Terrell just smiled softly. These dumb brutes didn't have a clue just what all this entire Universe contained. "All I want is what's mine, and I see you've brought it." Yeah, we brung it," a second thug chimed in, missing the frown as he verbally stepped onto his boss's words. "But you ain't getting any of it. All you're getting today is the wacking you should'da had last week."With that he drew his large caliber pistol, forcing the other two to pull theirs as well just so no one looked left.