This time there was no screaming about our genitals as she wrapped her legs, her arms, and her pussy around me as I laid above her, sliding in and out...of her tight little body. I could feel her breasts pressing against me as I slid in and out, and her tight little bottom in my hands as I gripped her there for more leverage.I would spend several minutes sliding in and out of my baby, then pause all the way inside and just rest for a few minutes. Then I would start to slide again. This time to. Now come with me."In a daze, Mary silently followed the man into her living room. She sat on the couch with her elbows on her knees and her face cupped in her palms. After praying again, Mary's fingers spread and she peeked through them."You're still here," she said almost inaudibly. And then her voice got shaky. "But you haven't aged. It's been 19 years. That's impossible." Actually, not quite 19 years. More like three months shy of 19. And as for the way I look, a year for me is like a single. You kiss my neck and nip it gently, and it sends a shiver all down my spine, and warmth to my core. I want you. You are fumbling for the bottom of my shirt but I push your hands away. I want to see you first. You break the kiss and quickly take your shirt off. I admire your body, wondering how you made me feel this way. I take your nipple in my mouth, swirl my tongue around it and suck it, then allow you to remove my top, before I undo your belt. You swear as you look at me and I know you are. Srishti noticed it in the mornings. But ignored as always. One night when we were having a conversation Srishti suddenly asked me that she heard that I was good in bed. Was it true? I was shocked by Srishti directly asking me. But I thought this was the moment.I said yes that I was good in bed, but I cannot tell her in detail. I ended the conversation by saying that girls are always satisfied. I intentionally used the plural form to make her think that it’s not just one girl but many that I can.