Sometimes there is…Me: Okay, okay. Chaddi ha? Mom seems like you are drunk.Swati: No, what should I call chaddi? If not, chaddi? Why embarrassed hea...ing such words from my mouth? This is not the first time you hear this, Nayan. We use a lot of such words when my son is not around.I gave a confusing look to my mother. I knew instantly mom was drunk and was imagining me as her friend, Nayan. So, I decided to play along.Me: Oh, is it? What else do you talk about?Swati: Oh, you don’t remember,. But mostly I remember the warmth of your skin, the goosebumps you raised when flesh made contact with flesh (no matter how innocent the touch).It was so long ago, like the words in her song. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still to this day, is please don't go.But if you can't be here with me, at least I have the memories of you to help get me through the day. Those memories are so much more than what the word implies. I know. Carly waited in breathless anticipation to see if Stephen would actually arrange a room where they could meet.And yet, other thoughts continued to creep in, disturbing her heart-throbbing expectations. Carly continued to ask herself question after question as she sat at her desk, returning phone calls and emails mindlessly. She thought she might have agreed to anything at that point and she wouldn't remember it ten minutes later. "Is this really going to happen? I can't really do this, can I?. "Yes!" I screamed as loudly as I could. "That's it! I'm cumming! God, I'm wide open. I'm ready. I'm ripe. Now! I want it! Give it to me! Make me pregnant! Knock me up! Do it! Breed me!"I was cumming really, really hard. It was amazing how hot I could make myself when I really put my mind to it. I was so flaming hot I was incandescent. I babbled continuously, begging him to cum in me every nasty way I could imagine. My body was taut and writhing as he fucked me relentlessly. Every inch of my.