The man without the megaphone turned just as the ball hit him square on the nose. The ball ricocheted hitting the other man in the temple, knocking th...em both down.The security team, reacted faster than the ball had travelled, leaping to subdue the men. Mackenzie, tears streaming down her face, looked up, saw that she was free and ran to the tunnel.The stadium was cheering and whooping, some chants of "Edwards! Edwards!" were audible.****************************The next day, the headlines of the. I am not a call guy or anything, nor am I sex machine. I am a simple guy with clean habits, healthy body and great appetite for sex.This is of course a true story it took place in Kolkata. When where and why I was there is immaterial. I was there for some duration. I am sure everyone has heard about Salt Lake in Kolkata. I had got a number of a Bengali house wife via chatting let’s call her Mrs. M. It’s not that she was desperate and gave out her number the very 1st day. We used to talk often. In the dream she was in a jungle, and all around her their were hundreds of strong and muscular African in war paint chanting her name - "Darla, Darla." Before her there is a temple and an alter. On top of the alter is a very large muscular black man, and underneath him Darla can see a white woman with her ankles tied up behind her and pinned to her ears while several war painted men in masks danced around the alter holding and stroking their hard cocks.As Darla looked closer she could see that. Now, honestly, not like half (or more) of all the other stories here, I was 11 – I had not jerked off yet, nor come all over the place and had been deep throated and had anal sex on my first experience. I had my share of boners and thought about what sex was, but nothing ever came of it (hah).So, as the buzz was kicking in, I said, let's try, but I did not want to start with my sister. It was agreed. The J's started off by breaking the ice. They both got undressed in the darkness of the.