“Oh ok.” I replied and started on the first slice. A few minutes later I found myself alone sitting on the couch. There was no TV and no radio. I could hear a leaf blower far in the distance and the sound of a few birds outside. I had no idea what to do. I was in a strange new place, new environment and I wasn’t even sure if I could walk in the garden. At least in Seattle we stayed in a small apartment and I was free to go where I wanted to. I decided I could at least sit under the tree outside and view everything that goes on. I brushed my teeth and pulled on a pair of sneakers. I walked outside and felt the sun on my skin as I walked around the house towards the massive tree. I had my sketch book in my hand with my favourite pencil. I wanted to see if I could get a good view of the mansion. I sat down with my back against the tree, opened a new page and started drawing. The back of the mansion was almost just impressive as the front. Large windows and statues adorned the walls and roof. I must have been drawing for about two hours when a sudden voice behind me jumped me out of my skin. “Wow that’s really good.” A young guy about my age said whilst looking down at my sketch. “Jesus!” I yelled out loud and quickly got up. “Sorry man!” He quickly apologised and held out his hand. “My names Brandon and I didn’t indian mean to scare you.” He smiled at me. “Lucian and you didn’t scare me...” I replied feeling myself blush. “Ok… I like your drawing by the way. You seem really talented.” He said as he tried to look at my half finished drawing of the mansion. I held out the sketch book for him to look at al the while still feeling my heart pound in my chest. “Sorry… I’m not entirely sure who you are.” I said while looking at him. He had dark golden blonde hair with a brown tanned skin and blue green eyes similar to mine. He was about a few inches taller than I was with a larger build body. He looked like he must have played football or something. “Oh Sorry. I’m Brandon Robertson. My parents own the house.” He said giving me a toothy smile and pointing towards the mansion. “Oh…Erm Hairy Hi…” I felt immediately awkward. The shame of who I was and what my mom was, was washing over me. I am used to rich guys like him always bullying me for being poor. He must have sensed it as well. “Your mom seems really nice and I like her already.” He said looking at me with another smile. “Thanks… She is a nice person yeah…” Feeling myself getting red in the face. “You should come look at my secret hobby. Nobody knows about it.” He quickly said while looking me in the eyes. It made me feel a bit weird. I’ve never really had friends before in my life let alone someone look at me like that. My grip on indian my cock tightened and I pumped it even faster. She's having a great time at school. Hank asked. We continued to have sleepovers. In his world, he's always been king. By the time Stuart was finished with her and in her again, Sarah said her pussy was really very sore and raw. In fact, I was going to show her that it could be worst. “You guys were just never upstairs to see that. I gasped as I slipped into something tight. Week commencing September 21 She adored his pecs, and the washboard ab’s he had. Mala after having Hairy a good nights rest got up, showered and without drying her hair came to the kitchen.