As per the policy of our college, we can complete one semester in London, and I am fond of studying outside. Let me describe myself again.I am a tall ...dark and handsome guy aged 22, having good muscles and sexual potency with prick length 9. Well, when we went to London, I was amazed to see the beauty of English punks. In the hostel, we were planned to be accommodated with one student of London so that we can share knowledge of our countries. And luckily the one mate who is in my room was too. Breaking the kiss I turn to descend the steps, but you take me by the hand, replying in a deep, throaty voice ìYes, a very good nightî and you turn the key in the lock, leading me across the threshold and into your home, at the same time crossing a threshold of a more sensual kind, your mind acquiescing to your bodies need.You close the door behind us, maintaining your light grip on my hand, and lead me through your foyer and across your living room, approaching the staircase. "I have," I admit.She's either astute, or a great cold-reader."It's not who you think. You've lost yourself, honey," shepoints with her middle and index finger toward me, betweendraws from a cigarette.I sigh. "I guess, in a way I have." So, why did you do that?" she persists.I shrug, "My life was stolen from me by a very bad man. Mydaughter... my husband. Worse, this man, this monstermessed with my head, made me believe a bunch of reallymessed up stuff. I'm talking Charles Manson stuff. A. She smiled and sat down on the bed with her back up against the head board, ''Of course, you know how to get over a hang over, right?''''What do you mean?'' I asked turning to face her, her knee's were joined together as she stretched, ''You know,'' she said. ''Wait,'' I started, ''You rubbed one out?'' I asked, her smile broadened in response, ''On my bed?'' I asked. She started laughing now as she nodded her head, ''Sorry bro, had to be done.'' she said, ''I needed to get rid of that headache.