You sit in your chair, and I'll make you a sandwich."When I came back with sandwiches and coffee (the real stuff, not decaf), he was snoozing. I looke... at his pants, and the bulge was gone. It was the first time in days he didn't have an erection. I hoped I hadn't broken him. One way or another, though, I'd fix it.I shook him awake. "Here," I said, "wake up and eat this. You'll feel better. Besides, there's good stuff on TV tonight." That's all I ever do anymore," he sighed, "sit around and. Me gum gai or dekha ke imran ki ankhe band thi vo bhy ankhe band karke maja le raha tha me beth gai or uske lips par kiss karne lagi aaaaahh kya lag raha tha vo bhy pagalo ki tarah muje kiss karne laga or jor jor se muje dabane laga. Mene apni nighty utar di.Me ab puri nangi thi uske samne vo to muje dekhta raha or kaha pooja aaj to tumne muje jannat dikha di or mere Bob ko dabane laga uuuff dard ho raha tha par vo dabata raha me ek hath uske lund par ferne lagi. Vo bhy uuum aaaahhh karne laga. It never occurred to me to say stop. He began by sucking my tongue which believe it or not feels incredible. Then he lightly pulled on my hair while kissing and nibbling me all over my face and neck. Next, he cupped my breasted and then suckled them as a child to his mother. Then he gently bit into them and began kneading them and pulling them into his mouth. He had me sit on the bed so he could massage, kiss and suck on my feet and toes. Then he slowly tugged my jeans off while looking. He stood so close to me I felt his heat. It was a stark contrast from the February chill seeping through the cottage’s ancient windows. Hot and cold. Life was such a contradiction. ‘Something’s wrong, you’re not your usual self, Adele. You haven’t been for a while. Care to talk about it?’ I recognized Nate’s tone — all calm, almost detached, and hopelessly professional. He played the caring Reverend role so damn well. He’d probably recited that same verse to dozens of other people. Why did I.