I was fucking sick.Weldon Yardley was the man’s name, the judge that sentenced me to forever behind bars. Well, ten to twenty-five years seemed an e...ternity to me. I’d fallen into my seat at the defendant’s table when he’d pronounced it. My lawyer, Jesse Russo, a fine-looking Italian fellow, had tried; but he was too young to do for me what Clarence Darrow or Jerry Spence might have been able to do. But Clarence was dead and Jerry was way out of my price range even if he was still trying. And I was in heaven..Then we were panting like the hell as we were out of the air..We ran into the kitchen and drank water..Then she said I won’t tell to my husband and my son.Let’s stop this… I said until you remove that sari and change that..I will come and kiss you..Then she ran into the room. And even I chased her to the room..And she started removing her sari..Then I came suddenly. And calmly moved near her as she was unhooking her blouse. I made a sound and she turned towards me. I am a tall, fair and decently looking guy based in Mumbai. I have an athletic body and I am also a swimmer. Presently, I study at a degree college in Mumbai.I came across this site a year back or so, and I must admit that many times some of the amazing stories leave you with a chattering boner with the liquid chattering to peep outside. Now let us begin with my story, which is indeed a real-time experience. The time goes back to the day when it was my second day in college (first year of my. I had swung my leg around Scott's body, leaving me on top of him, practically sitting on his lap, our lips interlocking. He smiled and pushed his tongue past my lips as I closed my eyes. He pushed the fringe away from my face and traced his finger along my jaw bone. We pulled away, Scott mumbling something that sounded like, "I've always longed to do that." He removed his basketball jersey, revealing toned abs and slender hips. He pulled my sweatshirt off of me, directing me onto the ground on.