You want a man who loves you, I love you. You want a man who will treat your right and with respect, who better then someone who feels that is the onl... kind of treatment you deserve?” Before I could respond to him, he pulled me to him and kissed me. I wanted to stop him and tell him no, but my heart begged me not to. The battle between my heart and my head was just beginning but my heart felt like it was the stronger opponent. It was not long before I gave in and began to kiss him back. My head. What was not to like? Well muscled legs, flat tummy, well rounded ass… I made an appreciative noise. Her smile got wider as she pulled me up off the bed so that I was standing in front of her, then she ran her hands down my arms, kneeled down, and every so slowly pulled my sweats and boxers off. My cock popped free and promptly hit her in the forehead. She started to giggle and I gave a little laugh, but then she suddenly stopped giggling and looked up at me with wide eyes. Am I huge? No. But. And every time she turned to speak to them I would look at her in her eyes, and as she continued to speak she was getting closer to me. I cud smell her breath, her oiled her and her fresh “malli poo” which she had on. It was really intoxicating and I was kind off liking it. Once when she turned to speak to her group she stamped my feet and apologized I said its fine cos in the crowd u cannot help it. This continued for sometime, after sometime I realised I was stamping the bottom of her sari. His apartment was far smaller than what she was accustomed to. It was open-plan, save for the bedrooms and the bathroom, the kitchen area separated from the rest of the room by a low wall. The living area had scarcely enough space for a pair of armchairs, a couch, and a coffee table. Jamie’s family was somewhat poorer than Liz’s. Their furnishings were more modest, and the carpets were on the floors, rather than the walls. Liz’s father wouldn’t have even been able to stand erect in this house,.