Its amazing how for simple words can convey the science of anaction without revealing the poetry. It felt like a warm glaze, as hertongue entered my ...outh and explored. This went on for awhile, before Ilost the battle and collapsed. Imagine living in a desert all your lifeand then seeing a lake. A wonderful dream come true. Anyway, I thencollapsed on the floor as my legs gave out. I lay on the floor, looking up at her, and praying that this wasnot a dream. She looked down at me with an. So I went into my drawer, and pulled out my last pair of white hose, thigh high hose with little baby-pink satin bows at the tops. I was careful as I pulled them on, and after they were on, I had to admit that they looked pretty good on my five foot, four inch, 120 lb. frame, although no one would seem them. I pulled on a pair of baby-pink satin French-cut bikini panties, smoothing the thin fabric over my hips. My attention then turned to my dress.I traced my thumb along the hanging. A while passes, two minutes, five, thirty, she had no idea… the vibrator starts again … no, no he can`t…but he can and he does, on then off, and again, her mind in turmoil, the clock reads ten, three hours have past, mentally she calculates how long till Sunday dinnertime… how many climaxes… fear grips her, her roll on wet now with her own spend, he`s loving it, her pain, her frustration, her eyes close, he watches another film, then switches out the light and helps her to her bed, carefully. Some days later Gopal went to some other place. And I missed Gopal very much. When Gopal comes for holidays we used to spend our time in loving. We both used to sleep on the same bed, do it in the night and early morning. We have a very good relation with each other. When we see some movie he calls me with heroin name and I call him with hero name and we say romantic dialogues and start loving.Gopal came back and used to live with us. Me and my sister Lakshmi we both live in same room. She is a.