I kept staring at her. I could see the silhouette of her bra through her shirt. She had really dark skin and I could see it through her shirt too. I t...ink my heart starting beating faster when she leaned down and put her face really close to mine."Are you going to pay attention in class, Brat?"I just nodded.She tilted her head to the side and said, "Let me hear you say it." I will pay attention in class Ms V. I promise." I was smiling because I loved this kind of attention from her. She. She made it look easy. She moved faster than I had ever seen anyone move before, faster than anyone should ever be able to move. She just reached out, pulled his gun hand up in the air and moved the gun away from my head. No effort, just like she was turning the page of a newspaper. Then she just took the gun out of his hand, kicked him in the groin, turned the gun on him, fired two shots into his belly, and then punched him in the face, driving him back into the wall. She didn't even watch him. I remained unable to have sex with my husband for next two days. After 2 days my pain subsided.At evening I logged on to internet and surfed many websites on Un-natural Intercourse. I found there that as Gaand is not meant for sex so its wall remains dry unlike choot which secrete liquid to lubricate its wall. So when lund inserts in gaand and to and fro motion is done by male partner, rectal canal wall get abrasion and thus irritates, which cause false toilet pressure to female partner.. . but not what I had in mind. Not what I had planned earlier, not what I craved at the peak of our intimacy. I am filled with relief, but a sense of loss, as well, for what might have been. The rational is mixed with the emotional, and they won't meld, they just swirl. Like the water that flows around us, washing the fluids of lust away, and reminding us we are in an artificial environment, and our circumstances are not natural. Neither are our desires, nor the the reserve we have shown,.