Maine zor se dhakka lagaya to mini cillane lagi, main dar kar ruk gaya. Mini mujhe dant kar boli, ruk kyon gaye. Maine kaha tumhein to dard ho raha ha... aur tum chilla rahi ho. Wo boli, anadi kahin ka “ismein thoda dard to hota hi hai lekin maza khoob aata hai. Jab kisi ladki ke chut mein lund dalo to wo chahe jitna chillaye tum rukna nahin, tezi se dhakka marte hue apna poora lund uski chut mein jad tak dal dena.” maine kaha, theek hai. Maine tezi se dhakka marna shuru kar diya. Mini chillati. So tell me, besides a shared vision of the future, compatible goals, friendship, and love, what do you need from a relationship?”“An equal partner. True intimacy.”“‘True’ intimacy?” she queried. “That sounds like you don’t mean sex.”“I don’t. I mean sure, sex is part of it, but true intimacy comes before sex. It’s truly knowing the other person, a joining of souls. Once you have that, then you can move on to sex.”“An interesting idea. Where did you get this?”“An Indian friend of mine. She’s. I so wish that was true. She was full of herself and full of him too. She needed this to happen. She felt a little out of her mind knowing that he would not come over so she did something she would never do normally. She packed it into her winter coat. After buttoning it up, she got into her car. She drove around the block and passed by his house. There were only a couple lights on. She questioned herself as she wondered if what she was planning on doing was right. “Ohhh, forgive me Lord,” she. Carla opened her legs wider and finally, after a good thirty seconds, said "No" My dick was at full attention by then, let me assure you. Now it was Carla's turn again. She put her hand midway up my thigh."Do you trust me?" "Yes" She grabbed my dick which was as hard as I'd ever felt it. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She unzipped my fly and put her hand right inside my pants and under the leg of my underpants. I felt her wrap her little hand around my dick. "Do you trust me?" I was afraid I was.