But there is no break, there is not even a slight tear in the fabric of our connection. And so the pain is harsh, irregular, erratic in magnitude and ...easure. The slightest sensation can be its trigger-an image, a scent, a touch, real or imagined. Even my most buoyant of moods is subject to the quick stab of memory, like a slap across the face. Nights and mornings-the worst times for distant lovers. I lie in bed in the evening, unable to sleep. The evening drifts into the early hours of. Tonight though, it will happen again, and to night I will have the evidence that I need to show the world that I am not simply loosing my mind but that this is actually happening to me.? That said Kristi picked up a book and started reading, sitting there on her bed as if she planned to sit there all night long reading her book and waiting to see what would happen. Kristi fast forwarded though this part as she did not plan on spending hours watching herself reading, until she finally dozed off.. Next day I went to her house she was in pink saree like a sexy actress. When I saw her I taught that I want to fuck her very hard. First day went normal.Second day I rang the bell. She opened the door. I went inside and I took my book and started to read. She came and sit beside me (she was 30 years old lady and she had one daughter she had no sex regularly because her husband is out of station for long time). I her hip which was clearly visible she noticed me and her cleavage also visible to. “What, what are you doing Jake” she said startled consciously.“What the man of the house should be doing”. I said carrying her into the bathroom.I laid her down in the bath tub with her just looking up at me. “What’s going on Jake” she said.I started to pull my shorts down.“Jake, what do you think you are doing” she said now acting fully sober.I bend over her, grabbed her face with my hand, and tell her “Just fucking lay there. The man of this house has something to say!” I said in a loud tone..