Usne kaha kya hua kyu aye ho toh maine bola aapne hi toh bulaya tha usne boli aarre ha vo market se uske bete ke liye ek cricket bat lane ko kaha muje... kuch samja nai ye kya bol rahi thi. Utne me uske bete ka tution ka time hogaya vo boli jara uske bete ko baju vali tution me chod dena maine usse chod diya aur aunty ke ghar par chala gaya.Maine door knock kiya toh andar se awaj aayi khulla hai aajao andar mai jake sofe pe baith gaya usne chaye bana ke layi boli pioge maine na bol dia toh fir. It's okay,” he blurted.The man started brushing his hand back and forth, seeming to caress Brad's knee under the table. “You like it?”Brad felt like he'd lost his voice. “What?”The man turned his hand so that his palm was now lightly rubbing Brad's knee. “You like it?” he asked again.Brad mumbled, “I don't...I don't know about this.” He looked around nervously.“You do like it, don't you? I wish I could touch you more. Higher. Much higher. Like between your legs.”Oh, fuck, Brad almost said. He. Even had a group of guys that used to squirt into my pumps and make me walk around in them. Every step I took made their cum squish through my toes ;-)Well, every year since I was about 5 years old, I have dressed up like a woman for Halloween. It started with Princess Leia when I was 5. Then, it was Snow White. Then, it was Cinderella. I was getting older and my costumes were getting a little more adult. I was 14 and had told my mother that I wanted to be a "hooker" for Halloween. My mother. Pure and simple lust. James tore at my shirt after pulling my jacket off, his hands eager to get at my skin, tender though it was over the only recently healed lacerations I had suffered. His hands, smooth in parts and rough in others, did not caress my skin. They pushed at my clothes, wanting to get them as far away from me as possible. The door felt cold against my back as my bra was thrown aside and my breasts mauled hungrily by his hands. “I need you. Now.” He grunted, not giving me chance.