Either I can run away screaming, or I wait and see what he wants. I choose the latter and wait as he steps closer to me. He is standing about 6 inches...away from me and startles me as he pulls my bag away from my body. He finally speaks and says "Dont make a sound". I stand there silently waiting for his next move half paralyzed by fear half turned on. He grabs me by the wrists and turns me around so now I am facing away from him. He puts my hands above my head and holds them there with one. Moreover i would then father her child. She feels that i would have been a better husband; both on bed and otherwise as i am more passionate when i fuck her and also when i love her. She feels that i am much more loving and caring than him. We are very deeply in love which you only know. Noone will ever come to know or even have a faint inkling about our love and feeling for each other.] We were still wearing our wet clothes. She asked “what about lunch? Lunch a ki Khabe” i replied “dear i will. See, I’d never had a guy cum in my mouth before. I’d had trysts with men where, if I even sucked, it was because I wanted him hard enough to plow my ass. I’d never wanted a guy to shoot his load in my mouth before, but this was a feeling that had grown recently. I knew I loved having a thick cock explode in my ass, I’d felt it, but this was new to me: I wanted to taste him.I drove carefully, just at the speed limit. I followed the directions my phone gave, all the while thinking I might. Not a homosexual sort of love, I didn’t want to kiss him anymore than I want to kill him. Hell I think I might enjoy killing him when all is said and done but that is just because I get like that when I’m frustrated. Like now as I look frantically around the alley for anything that would make a good weapon and settle on a nice two by four half sticking out of one of the trashcans. He sees what I see, wants what I want and for a moment we both pause waiting for the other to move. It’s a familiar.