When he returned, Sharmila was awake, her computer on her lap. She was studying so intently, Jake decided to excuse himself.It was just before lunch t...me when she was ready to receive him. He asked her what she would like. She yawned, smiled sweetly, and asked him what he was offering. She settled on some chicken salad and he brought it in, with their daily paper."You are a good man, Jake," she said, before devouring the paper.Mary had helped her change into another nightdress and sponged her. She leaned her hip into me, making my cock twang into ready mode.“Three or four bedrooms. Private garden. Double garage.” She was on the Properties-For-Sale page now.“I only have one car.”“You expect me to leave a new six hundred, or a six-fifty, out in the rain?”“Six-fifty now is it? Keep going.”“You’d have a job to stay with me on a country road, even on your boytoy cock-substitute twelve hundred.” She tossed my laptop onto the sofa and swivelled round to be face to face with me. She pressed. ComI am the Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic psalmist.I stand mightily in the Internet Coliseum to proclaim this indeed:To feverishly drink a woman’s sweet nectar reigns supreme,And to energetically consume her erotic gushing rivers is utopia eternal.To softly kiss her pink vulva with zeal is pleasure everlasting,And to enthusiastically lick and suck her epicenter is pure infinite nirvana.My Spiritual Poetess, I crave to touch you there.My Erotic Psalmist, I yearn to kiss you. In the City of Ottawa, I experienced a realm of diversity I had never before experienced. I saw so many people from places like the Arab world, Africa, the Caribbean, south Asian nations and Latin America. Carleton University’s hallways teemed with students of all shades. It was like being at the United Nations or something. I liked it already. Did I run into racism there? Of course. I still shudder with anger when I think of an old white dude I ran into at the swimming pool. Let’s just say we.