“Fuck! Shit! Ow!” she screamed in monosyllabic pain. When she saw me, she switched to “Asshole! Cocksucker! Motherfucker! Shit-eating douchebag!...�� with ever longer and more descriptive attacks.I profusely apologized and offered to help her back on her feet, but it was soon clear that it was more than a bruise.“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?” she whined to herself, over and over. The look of anger turned to something else—bewilderment, maybe fear.“Should I call 911?” I asked, hoping the. She shook my hand and i could sense deep gratitude in her eyes.It’s not a big deal,i said.You helped me,i helped you.Nothing else.I said Then our talk drifted to more casual channels.She asked me if i had a girlfriend.I said yes,back in India.But also added,that i’m in an open relationship. She told me that she had a couple of serious relationships before & she feared starting a new one since then.We had been talking for hours now & were getting both more comfortable & bold discussing different. Every few nights or so I would get the image of this woman in my head at night and feel my dick growing hard in the middle of the night with the thought of this woman on her knees wearing her black glasses that she sometimes wore and looking up at me and telling me she wanted all of me inside of her mouth.I would unbutton my pants, and expose my hard cock just inches from her big, soft lips. I would reach over and gently let her hair down, letting all of its black silky strands fall down to. I put my hands on her waist and began to fuck her in long, slow strokes, and she began to moan again in time with my movements. It built quickly and, in only a moment, I was leaned forward, left hand on her shoulder, pulling her entire body toward me with each thrust. She had pushed backward, and now was bent almost double. Her hands were still on the shelf, but her arms were fully extended with her head hanging between them. She was thrusting back into me as I pistoned forward into her,.