As if to prove that point, she unlocked our passionate kiss and rested her forehead on my shoulder. “Ohhh yeah, don’t stop,” she moaned, working...her hips against mine as I penetrated her with both my cock and fingers. “A little bit- yes, right there, keep going!” she said, and I followed her instructions to the letter. She chewed on her lip and pushed her breasts into my chest, a sensation that sent a rush of blood between my legs and made me even harder inside her. Her instructions became less. I didn't know it then but I realise now that I had depression. It'slogical now isn't it? My manhood was being stripped away from me.That night I rowed with Liberty about something trivial, I have no ideawhat it was now, and she went up to bed. I fell asleep on the sofawatching some stupid reality tv programme which consisted of vacuous minorcelebrities sitting around talking about something which you couldn't evenhear because the programme maker in his or her wisdom had decided to drownout. There was also the open staircase which she would have to climb to get to the kitchen to get more supplies from time to time. Russell had essentially asked Nisha to discretely flash her pussy.Nisha had told me about this before the event. The strange thing was that I was very comfortable with it. Interestingly, Nisha too said that she wanted to do it.I also went to this promotional evening to see Nisha. At first she was shy about getting into such a compromising position where there would be a. “Well, I’m good,” he said as I sat on his couch. I was impressed with how clean it was — but it was still a bachelor pad from hell.“What kind of training do you need? You look in great shape.”“Hmm, everything I guess. Maybe you can tell me.”“Stand up and let me see.” He was smiling and we both knew why I was there.I wore a skirt and top, nothing sexy, but adequate for work and I stood and did a slow turn around.“I can’t tell,” he said. “Can you take off some clothes, please.”“Of course,” I.