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Ram and I were pals after that.I rang him back and he didn't bother with pleasantries."Puss? You better get over here. You're not going to believe this." I got the address and headed over. I parked the Z beside two slick top cruisers and walked up two flights to a dingy apartment with yellow tape across the door.The body of a white male about mid-thirties hung by his neck from a hook in the ceiling, his face the color of a pomegranate and nothing below his feet but air; how the hell did he .... Then he groaned and shot his load right up my arse. Yesss Harry, that's it, shoot your fucking load; I want it!"Harry fired and fired; the thought of another man shooting spunk up his Kate's arse really worked him up. 'Wait a minute', his subconscious asked, had he really thought, 'his Kate'? As he shot his last spunk he realised that he did want her to be 'His'.The lovers pulled stickily apart and kissed for a final time."Tony did take me for a couple of drinks afterwards so I sucked him off. I wonder if his-- Gail Hudson, what on earth are you thinking?! You dirty old lady.When Jimmy jumped back into the pool with a scream and big splash, Gail untied the sash of her cover-up, pulled it open, and dug her chin into her chest as she lifted her sunglasses to look at her body. Maybe a dirty mind, but not old. This body is as good as it was when I got married. Looking back at the boys she thought, I wonder if they think about girls yet. They must surely masturbate by now. Well, Jimmy. We then went to sleep hugging each other tightly. These acts continued for many more nights. But neither of us had the guts to talk about the same. In the day time our relationship seemed to be normal. The nights turned both of us into sex crazy beasts. And finally one fine day we came out in open in front of each other. Our parents had gone out of station. Didi and I decided to go to a discothèque Raspberry’s in the afternoon. While driving back we had parked or car at Worli Sea face enjoying.
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