Becca moaned, and Jake deepened the kiss, his hands firm on her rear, pulling her into feel his cock as it came to life. His hands moved across her ba...k, along her sides to under her breasts. Teasing fingers traced along under the strings beneath her breasts. Jake’s mouth moved down along her jaw line, licking and sucking down her neck and across her collarbone. Becca writhed and moaned, arching into Jake’s touch. She turned and sat in Jake’s lap, and Jake slipped the scraps of cloth off her. Whatever it was, I knew that it was a sign of some kind of special connection between us. ‘Talk to me. What do you need?’ ‘I want you to take some of my negative energy.’ ‘Meaning?’ ‘I want to do a ritual and give you some of this negative energy I’ve been carrying around.’ Now that the cat was out of the bag, it was like a dam had broken and suddenly her sentences tumbled out and over each other. ‘It’s been literally making me sick and nervous and tired all week long but if my idea works, you. Then wo mere pass aayi and usne apni aakhne band ki or mere lips par kiss Kar di and then dur hi gyi… Main chahta tha ki wo hi phel kare… And then Maine use dekha to wo Sharma gyi then main uske pass gaya or uske face ko apne hatho me le Kar uske lips par apne lips rakh diye or then uske lips ko chusne lag gaya tha…Wo bhi mere lips ko kafi ache se chus Rahi thi hum or pass aagye and Maine uske muh me apni jib daal di wo bhut ache se meri jib ko chus Rahi thi ki Mera lund khada hogaya tha then. And the scenery? Oh my… Just one beautiful woman after another. But then, there was Emily. I didn’t know her name at the time. All I knew about her was that she existed, and I was silently grateful for that gift. She sat on the grass, wearing some sleeveless sorority t-shirt and shorts. Long, curly, light brown hair. The sort of round face that distinguishes Southern girls from everyone else. Big, big eyes behind glasses. Yeah, I was hooked. So, what do you do when the woman you’ve dreamed of.