But as I was his best student, we were in contact. I also used to go to school to meet him. He was my best teacher. He used to live in nearby locality... so I also used to go to his home for casual meetings. We have each other’s contact number, used to send messages, emails etc. In short, we had a good relation without any bad intention. Then I got admission in college in other city and moved in hostel. But whenever I went to my home, I made sure that we meet each other. I and my friend used to. You don't want a divorce, but you aren't going to stop fucking Stan. I am reading this right?" Yes. Look baby, you don't have anything to worry about. I love you Frank. Stan means nothing to me. It is just sex with him. Damned good sex and I don't mean to cut you when I say this, but it is the best sex of my life." So I don't satisfy you is what you are telling me." Yes you do satisfy me baby, but Stan does so much more. He is strong, he can go forever and he has a huge cock." How can you tell. You just smile at me, a knowing smile. We chat about inane things - weather, your journey here. I suggest going for a walk for coffee, so we do. We are like teenagers, shy to touch each other, but our hands just find each other. We stroll down the town and sit outside with our drinks, talking as if we have known each other for years. We slowly walk home, both beginning to feel some anticipation. I open the door of the house and we enter into the kitchen. I want to flirt with you, but there is. "Lie to me if you must, but give me something to hope for." Women!" he snorted. "First you tell me not to lie to you, then, a few days later, change your mind." I'm being patient, Bob," she said, squeezing his penis, "but my patience is not going to last forever." Her hand moved to cup and gently squeeze his balls, and the threat was clear."I don't want to lie to you," he said."Why can't we be happy together?" Who said we can't?" he asked."My father, for one," she said."He's just dealing with.