I just told what I felt about you honestly and that’s it.She: Noo, I am married & this is all wrong.Me: Again, there is nothing wrong or right, it�...s all on how we think about it.She: I still can’t accept it that way…We’ll just be friends and that’s it.Me: If that makes you to stop crying, then ok! We will just be friends.Me: Sorry for making you cry today!She: Thanks, Now I feel so much better!She: Got to go now, My boss is calling me. From now onwards well be buddies..ok?Me: Ok! She: bye, take. One night I slipped through the jungle to Mom and Dad’s hut and listened as they made love. I wanted to find out about it so I could embellish my fantasies. I heard Mom moaning softly as Dad did something to her. “Oh, yes, Jairam, that’s it. Hay ram, you really know how to use your dick. I don’t know why I’m so horny all the time. Do you think it could be the monkey meat?” I gulped & listened to their bellies slapping together. Mom’s groans grew louder. I wished that I could see what they were. I'll have your breakfast ready so you can eat before you head out." Saying the words 'head out' made her grin - the image of his bulbous glans still very fresh in her mind. Taking a step, she almost went down, not realizing how the incident had so affected her. "My, my," she said. "Get a grip, Steph." The middle-aged woman closed her eyes to compose herself before calling out one last time, "Oh, and Damian, are you going to the party? I know Maggie would want you to attend." I'll think about. But his remained high. He kissed my feet then, murmuring, ‘I would pay you homage, Sacred Lady.’ Ahhh. To be acknowledged after so many years of service to the unschooled. It was a cool drink after a long summer’s drought. His gentle fingers moved up my calves, over my knees and thighs, releasing tension and creating another kind of their own—an expectancy, a thirst. He took my hands then, stroking with infinite patience, eternal serenity, communicating to every cell of my body his willingness.