My name is Amit and I’m 21 years old, I am tall and a have an athletic body as I am a gym freak.The girl here is, Neha(name changed), her stats are ...6 24 36(got to know this after the sex night). She was also a science student like me, also a Delhite like me. She was also around my age. She had an ass which was so damn perfect and worth looking at.Usually, my gym timings are in the evening i.e; 7 – 9:30 pm or so. But this time was becoming very uncomfortable to me. So I started to come early in. "I don't like the thought of millions on the mudflats below, living in squalor, with no hope of changing their station in the world." There is precedent, set by many, for changing one's station." There are no public works, no sea-wall, no provisions for defense," McAllister countered."There is not enough food produced to feed even a fraction more." There is no stewardship, no governance, in the city below. With direction, and authority, labor can be diverted toward foodstuffs. Other labor can. ”“I know, but I guess that’s something we will just have to live with,” I said to her. “Now, if you and I had a piece of paper saying we were married, like Ros and Alonzo have, would that mean I love you more than I do now? Would you love me more? We don’t need official legal acknowledgement of what we feel for each other. Now, when we think the time is right, we can have a private gathering; just our close families and friends, and make a private ‘commitment ceremony’, or whatever we might. You reach over and turn off the alarm. The spell broken, you get up and put on your robe before going into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. I’m reluctant to get up. Lying on my back, my hand wrapped around my scrotum, I continue rolling the mental images of you. The coffee pot started, you come back in and throw your robe on the chair. You take off your t-shirt and stand in front of me in only panties. You pull down the sheet and look at my hard cock and my hand wrapped around my balls..