Cassiopeia was still asleep when I stumbled into the kitchen in search of coffee. The expensive coffee maker was on and the pot was full. I figured sh...’d made preparations sometime before going to bed and the machine’s program had functioned properly. I added sugar and sat down at her small kitchen table and reviewed my plans for the day. It was still raining hard and probably had been all night. My usual routine of pulling on my sweats and runners and going for a run was canceled. I decided to. The condition actually began when I was in my teens, it was treated then but, no one questioned ‘why’ it happened. When I was living with my one boyfriend it was an ongoing problem for almost 3 years – on and off – no matter how much lube we used. Of course he was black, had a 10” cock that was nice and thick and…seemed to want sex all of the time (never had a problem with that myself). I think he woke up with ‘morning wood’ every damned day!By then panty liners had been invented; I usually. " They stared at each other in confrontation. Between them an invisible gage had been hurled upon the rug.Dorinda temporised. "This girl your Dave is to deliver: what is she? What do you expect of her? If you’ll tell me we won’t be so at cross purposes." Of course, love. Sensible girl," Mark d****d himself in a chair facing her and eyed his guest as though striving to gauge the effects his words would have. "Frightfully simple, really," he said airily.Dorinda listened. The way Mark told it made. Subha jaldee mai or sanjana 2 bags ka sath rawana huva, mujha sanjana bohat achee lagtee thee vo hamara ghar be atee thee or mujha sexy nazar sa be dikhtee thee, hamara 1st stay karnataka main mysore tha, dupahar ka lunch hum na waheen par karna tha, rasta main gare change karta huva mara hath sanjana ka chutar par jab be lagta to vo peecha karna kee bajaa or aga kar datee apna chutar. Hamra agla parao badamee main tha hum yahan kuch daar aram ka baad dinner keya or badami sa raat 10.pm par.