Jim, I have always had this strange feeling in me. But it was not till I stumbled across this site that I truly began to understand what it was I nee...ed. Your words spoke to me. When reading your work, it was like poetry. I was able to almost feel what each of those girls felt and I wanted to experience it myself. You captured the moment so well. I wanted to experience it too. You’re like my own personal GOD. Maybe I am just screwed up and need therapy. But I want you to do all those things. This continued for some days before I realized that Abhay was right and I was really in love with Neha. I gathered much courage and proposed to Neha at school. She didn’t reply and silently went away. She stopped talking to me and I thought I had committed a mistake.Then one day I got a call from her at 7 in the evening.Neha : “Hi, how are you”Me : “I’m fine. You finally remembered after so many days.”Neha : “Why are you talking like this, what did I do?”Me : “You totally stopped talking to. Yet, for all their appeal, they were lonely, cold and unforgiving to all but the few who spent a lifetime learning their ways. It sounded pretty nice and so I stayed silent. I wanted to ask her what a married woman was doing so far away from Her home and husband. What could make Her leave the security of Her house to live in these most remotest of wild places? But, I held my peace. She was here now….With me now….Sharing my simple meal… Holding my gaze, and though she didn’t know it yet, my. A meaty pussy that was charged for sex, but having a clit that was the size of a dime, completed her package wonderfully. As her desire rose, her clit erupted in size and spread her labia. To say the least, it was a hot button.“Daniel, stop please…”She didn’t want to say the words, but her goal was not to orgasm with fingers. They were looking at each other, and he fell back. Calming cool air gained access to the furnace between her legs and helped it calm a bit. Breathing heavily, Patricia sat.