I smiled to myself, safe in the knowledge that I had done a very good job of securing her to the steadfast table. I didn’t want to do anything that ...ould cause her to tear that multi-million dollar hymen. Finally, I began tracing the ring of tissue that made up this spurious prize. “Do you know what I’m touching right now, Ann?” I asked her as she quivered and panted.“It’s ... It’s my cunny, doctor.”I huffed a short laugh. “Who taught you to use that preposterous word?”She took another deep. I amtempted to feel his crotch but resist. The theatre is too crowded so Ijust put my hand over his and stroke it gently.I am not sure how much of the play we really absorb. It is probably aswell that it is not a drama. We don't really pay too close attention toit anyway. Maybe we are too filled with desire for each other ourexpectation of its fulfillment, building up as the evening goes on. Ihold his hand and we give occasional squeezes.At the break I go to the Ladies' Room to freshen up and. Just like that….wowwwww….aaaahhh….aaahhhhhaa……….jiju kafi speed me the….thodi der me wo thak gaye…..to maine kaha ki jiju aap late jao…..jiju late gaye……unka lund abhi bhi rodd ki tarah khada tha….maine unke lund ko fir se muh me le liya…aur chusne lagi….lollypop ki tarah…. Aaahh…uuuufff…aaahhh…hhuuumm…uuummm….fuuchh…cccmmmm….fir mai jiju ke upar aa gayee aur unke khade lund ko apne chut ke muh pe tika ke dheere dheere usake upar baith gayi…unka lund mere under tak ghus chukka tha…ohh..my... It was all he could do to stand and suddenly he was thirsty, his mouth so dry his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He turned back toward the girl and backed less than one step into the trunk of a tree and then slid down it to sit heavily on the ground. He was surprised to be alive, and yet it was not really a relief. He reached for his canteen to quench his thirst as he looked at the girl for the first time. She was the first Indian of the Ilini country he had been this close to. He and.