I've met Artie many times because he was my brothers friend as well. I couldn't say no to this opportuniy because he was one sexy kid. He was a little... taller than Phil, standing at about 5'6'' with short dirty blonde hair and even more of a baby face and some freckles. He had sexy blue eyes that pierced my soul when he looked at me and I always got vibes from him. Whenever he was at my house, I would catch him staring at me or my dick. I would just smile and he would look away. He was kind of. We even made out in the chemistry laboratory. 1 year passed and we became inseparable.So one day the low attendance letter reached Neha’s place. Her mother and sister were quite angry to see her attendance this low. So they asked her, “What’s going on? You leave the house and where do you go?” and all sorts of things. So after one and half hour of the lecture, she confessed about me.They asked her not to talk to me and try to stay away from me. But what they didn’t know was it was next to. I moan against your mouth and our kiss deepens. I move so that I’m straddling your lap, and my aching womanhood presses intimately against your throbbing masculinity. As we kiss, I grind against it, needing you to be in me and feeling your answering thrusts through the denim of our jeans. I feel your hands slide down my back to my ass, cupping the firm cheeks in your hands. Suddenly I feel you shift as you stand up, picking me up at the same time and carrying me down the hall to the bedroom.. I felt uncomfortable, not knowing why. Somehow it didn't sound right for me to say, "OK, carry on with your story." My wife made the first move."I suppose you want me to tell you more about what I've done?" she said. "Do you mind if I start now – it gets too late and I get very tired? I suppose I'll have to finish telling you sometime."I put down my book. "I'll pour us both a drink," I said. "No, not for me thanks," she answered. I was not quite sure that I wanted to hear anymore anyway. "Your.