As I watch your big ass move under the tight fitting t-shirt, which doesn't cover your ass, and I see the moisture of your pussy where the curve of yo...r ass meets those alabaster thighs. You return quickly with my favorite drinking cup filled with juice and crushed ice, and you resume your position on the floor at my feet. I say "you know I hate crushed ice..." You say "I'm sorry" and I reply "show me". You slowly, reluctantly move to your knees facing away from me, your knees together, and. But Brian couldn't handle it; the fires burning in his tortured cock drove him to take control; to fulfill *all* of his fantasies. He grasped the firm hips of his favorite actress, and with a throaty howl of lust spun her around, surging upwards to encompass the silky softness of her pampered, celebrity skin, slick with sweat. The thing that seemed to be Jennifer Aniston snarled as Brian took her from behind... ... Linda screeched with joyful shock at the disbelieving joy that consumed her;. Something was wrong. Well, there were several things wrong, the sea of white in every direction only one. Another was the continuous screaming, without any real change and without pauses for breath. There was also what was missing. He felt ... nothing. There was no frustration. There was no anger. He didn’t even feel curiosity.Even worse, he knew that was wrong, but he wasn’t worried.“I always hated the void.”It was different. A difference. He turned to the sound of the voice. It was a female,. To my horror, it was already raining in Mumbai and the trains were not on time as usual. For those not living in Mumbai, if the central part of Mumbai floods up, the entire railway’s system would be affected and it causes a big delay for everyone. I watched the tv in horror as she received a call on mobile that her mom, who was at Kurla was stuck up and would take time.I sipped coffee as she sipped her tea as we stood in the gallery of her apartment watching and rain pouring down. I called home.