Suddenly I was jerked out and woke up. To my surprise it was bhavya aunty who shouted in my ear from behind my bed. I hit my head to the bed and got u...p from the bed. She was laughing looking at me. I was totally mad at her and pushed her to the wall and pressed her against it with one hand on her neck and the other holding her hand.I was pushing her and I started to twist her hand to which she squealed in pain and apologised. I left her. She asked if I was ready for the game.I accepted and told. Meanwhile while my date and I were going at it hot and heavy, Tomwas worrying more about premature ejaculation than anything else.However I new just what to do about that little problem and I putmy hands down his pants."Come on baby; let's make you cum first, just to take the pressure off.Don't worry I'll make you hard again real fast."Tom couldn't believe how good my hand felt wrapped around his dick asI unfastened his pants with my free hand. Soon he was sticking outand when I talked about. "At $500 it would be a good deal. At a $1,000 I could build you one pretty much brand new." The Monk said. "What you have here is a used storage container on wheels, not much more than that. And the running equipment isn't new or street legal." Well I appreciate you coming out and looking Monk," I said."Now that you are back in town and not Sheriffing no more, when you gonna come by the shop," he asked with a leer."You just never know but I will be out to barter not give it away," I said with a. ”“I cannot imagine that a young lady that has not tongue-kissed a boy but once could be accused of impurity. Are you sure that you’ve actually sinned?”“Father, I … I … I had bad girl dreams. And … then … I abused myself.” The “abused myself” was almost a whisper.Jackpot! “Tell me, young lady, what exactly are ‘bad girl dreams’?”“You know,” she stammered, “dreams about, well, sexual things.” Again, almost a whisper.Bill could feel his penis begin to stir. It had been a while since he had heard a.