Happened.” I hadn’t even unpacked yet and shit already hit the fan. How could this be? What did I say or do? I was dying to talk to Cindy to try a...d save this. After all the chats, secret phone calls, fantasies, and minutes of ecstasy this past weekend, I wasn’t about to let this one just walk away. It wasn’t that I felt Cindy owed me anything, but I felt the need to conquer her. She was the forbidden fruit… I waited until Monday to instant message her so I could catch her at work and we could. Some of Jenny's friends were across the road, conspicuously not looking at us but giggling together like, well, a bunch of schoolgirls. I felt unbelievably self-conscious. Jenny, apparently felt the same as she smiled at me shyly and said, "What are we going to do now, then?" "I, erm, mmmh, we could go for a walk?" "Ok" she said "Why not". Fortunately it was dry and though the sky was leaden, it wasn't too cold. We wandered off in the vague direction of the river where there was a tarmac. And I enjoy to bring women to orgasms, it heightens my own pleasure.So after our long sex session, we’re both exhausted and happy.“Thank you, Mark. You’re the best.”“Thanks.”“Mark, my cousin Toby has read me the riot act. But it wouldn’t have been necessary. I’m so ashamed of how I’ve treated you.”“It doesn’t matter, Laura. I’ve been in this situation before. I’m used to it. And usually I break off every connection to the respective woman.” She gasps. “But I’ve decided that I want to keep. Usne mujhe god me utha liya or kaha ki mujhse kasi sharam ab to jiwan bhar hume asse hi ekdusre ke saath rehna hai. Wo mujhe mirror ke samne le gya or kaha ki dekho hum ek dusre ki bahoon me kase lagte hain. Meri ankhen sharam se band ho gyi. Or wo mujhe god me bitha kar mirror ke samne hi chair par baith gya or apni bahon se mere badan ko bheench diya or piche se meri garden ko chumne laga.Mai madhosh ho rahi thi or aaaaaaah aaaaaaaah kar rahi thi. uske baad wo muhe god me utha kar bistar par.