Opened her apartment door and went in and she grabbed my head and started kissing wild. I responded like a young boy who got a nice sweet piece of cak.... It was a totally new experience. She pulled my t-shirt and went to her bed room. I grabbed her boobs and almost tore her blouse and took of her bra. What a superb twins and a sweet looking nipples, i wish i can taste her every day. She was moaning wild and i was quite impatient this time; pulled her jeans and panty. Started exploring her shaved. I waited until the last song had faded from my senses and made my way to the door. I stumbled while walking down the stairs and started to think that perhaps I shouldn’t have had those last few gins. Outside, the cold hit me. I pulled my coat around me and started to look around. There was no sign of John. I walked through the streets and made my way to the bus stop. It was twelve fifteen in the early hours of the morning and I had to catch the last bus home. By now, I had figured that John was. Aur hum naani ke ghar reh rahe the. Ghar mein Naani, Mama, Mumma and main rehte hain. Ek din Mama and Naani Mausi ko milne kisi aur sheahr chake gaye subah hai, Mausi thoda door rehti hain kareeb 100kms door. To unhone 3 din ke baad aana tha. Main aur mumma dopahar ko so rahe the, and main doosre kumre mein tha. Mera lund bahut uchal rha tha. To maine apne computer pe porn lgga liya, and pajama kholkar mooth maarne lgga. Kuch der baad jaise hi mera maal niklne lgga tha , Achanak mumma kamre. It's not me, either. At least, it's not in my head. Everything is as it should be; everything, except that one part of it. I try to will myself to be hard. It's no use. The more I try, the less anything happens."There was silence. John lay on his back, helpless and humiliated. Rose lay next to him, feeling the need to respond, but not knowing how. She wanted to hold him and reassure him. The right words would not come to her. The wrong choice would portray pity, and she knew how that would hurt.