'It was not me', she had said, 'It was him', the 'him' she referred to, was her husband.I believed her, as sex to her was based on a functional need o...ly, the function being to have c***dren, pleasure never entered the equation, so I had some sympathy and understanding for her husbands frustration, and his forlorn attempts to loosen her-up, and relax.I met him in a shopping mall and went for a coffee, and he poured out his frustrations to me, and as we talked, I used cock, cunt, pussy, and. I thought maybe it is time to make my move. So I was waiting for everyone to get sleep. As we were the backbenchers we were sitting just 2 seat before the last big seat where I can see properly what renuka is doing as she was on the front seat. All the lights went off like about 11.45pm. I realise someone is touching me and I got up suddenly and my head struck with renuka’s head. Aouh she said. I asked her what happened she didn’t say anything and took me to the last seat of the bus by pulling. * * *THE SECOND TALE as told by JULIEWhen Amy had ere her tale concludedIt then into my tale smoothly preludedA tale of a young lad, John by name,Inquisitiveness and curiosity hallmarked my game.There was naught a question I dared not to poseAbout science or thought, wherever it goes,About religion or art, music or dance.I would devour any book I picked up to readOr paper or treatise or essay. I'd heedMy parents' advice to read all I could."You're not through," they said, "and you never. Her cries filled our bedroom as she came over and over again, holding me so tightly to keep me from getting away from her. Then it was my turn, my cock shooting thick streams of my seed deep inside her. I kissed her repeatedly and softly said her name as I gave in to the passion of the moment. When it was over, we lay together, both of us realizing that what we had was greater than some physical act. It transcended the flesh and blood of copulation and showed itself to be the love we shared. We.