Looking out from her stupor, curious at the change in position, she smiled weakly at me and reached out feebly to take my hand. Bending forward, I kis...ed it, her hand being the only thing I could reach with my lips. Did I please you Mistress? I asked with a hint of bravado. You were perfect she said dreamily. Leaning forward, she laid down over her legs, bringing her face close to where my cock protruded between her calves. With languid ease, her tongue drew a bead of cum off the head of my. She was with him more than ever before, but half that time was spent in sleeping. The Marilyn-related orgasms were only slightly more frequent, but three of them a week were in her presence. And, while he spent as much time imagining a bright future with her as he had before, he spent much less time worrying about her.Of course, he was spending effort on his food and housing which had previously been provided by the university, but he put out damned little effort in that direction. Other than. He looked so uncomfortable I had to smile. How could I have feltso adverse toward him earlier. He was probably the sweetest, kindest boythere was.?You look good in that dress,? he said, eying me watching him. ?Imean...nice...I mean...that dress looks nice on you...being green andall... that?s a good color.. I mean on you... I mean...? Struggling fora way to untangle his vocal fragments, he looked pleading at me forhelp.?It?s okay, ? I said. ?I know what you meant. Actually the dress was . . see u have money no….”“Let me see… the bus and train fares have increased…I will buy you once i come…”“Po ma… You never buy me anything… The last cloth i bought was 3 yrs back when i was in school… Even the old clothes given my Sushila amma’s home are now old and torn… how long can i wear old dresses?She had tears in eyes….That is why i never noticed her all these days… Shit…I kept starring at her again…. Her mother came near me…“Ayya (Sir)… Wanted to ask something”I intuitively took my.