. well ... sex.But I was still delusional about that. I kept thinking I could mediate things ... slow things down ... control the situation.And, since...in the weeks after that, all she did was get me alone to give me those toe-curling kisses every once in a while, I thought I was in control.True, those kisses now involved her rubbing her loins against mine while she kissed me, but that’s just instinct, right? She knew that it felt good to have her pussy rubbed ... so she rubbed against me. That. Two C cell batteries every week or so and it was happy and able to fulfill its obligation to me and make my clitoris sing. There are things a relationship can bring that a sex toy just can’t touch, but when you are working seventy hours a week, it’s nice not to have the complications. It wouldn’t need to talk for hours and need me to brush its hair and assure it that I think it’s pretty. It won’t get upset because it thought a past partner of mine was prettier. It also didn’t need its ego. You wear a low-cut but tastefully cute thin pink blouse with a couple of buttons undone to expose your remarkably generous cleavage on such a slim and youthful frame, with a jean miniskirt showing toned but spindly legs. Your long honeyed hair falls loosely around your face, accented by faint freckles and delicate features.You select a window seat in the back and stow your schoolbag, now containing a couple of sets of your finest party clothes (plus a bikini), over your head. Night is beginning. She had small breasts but were looking very beautiful. While I was licking her boobs Neha came close and now my face was in between 4 boobs. They both pressed their boobs on my face. It was lil suffocating, but at that point of time I didn’t want oxygen, I wanted their boobs. They were shaking their boobs and hitting them on my face. It was a pleasure beyond imagination for me.I lifted both of them up and while my face was still playing with their breasts, I took them to my room and threw them.