Diya: why are you walking around with a boner?Me: well I don’t know what to do with it.Diya: didn’t anybody tell you what you do with it?Me: no…...iya: from how long is this happening?Me: two monthsDiya: two months!! You have been walking around with a boner that’s a shameMe: ya I don’t know what to doDiya: well I could teach you I have a lot of experienceMe: are you sure?Diya: I’m sure Raj just do what I say and don’t say a word to anyone ok? You promise?Me: yes I promise just teach me.She was. I pull his shirt off and toss it to the floor so I can wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his body down on to mine slowly. I run my lips over his jaw line and down his neck, loving the taste of his skin. I slide my hands across his back to the band of his boxers, feeling his hard length pressing against me. “God girl, you drive me nuts…mmm.” He groans out against the skin where my shoulder and neck meet, pushing my hands away so he can drag his boxers off himself. I smile up at him as he. If she had thought about it, she certainly could have named any number of friends who had reached a similar size at a similar age, yet were in healthy (or even hyperactive) sexual relationships. In Rose's case, it was less a matter of weight than of the fact that everything about her-- the round puffball of teased and shellacked hair, the matronly attire, the powdery body scent, the sensible shoes-- gave off a distinct air of permanent sexlessness. She seemed simultaneously uninterested in,. Gently. Gently. Oh so gently. I shudder feeling every inch of his skin against mine. I struggle to open my eyes. ‘Shhhh,’ he croons in my ear. ‘Stay in shadow,’ he whispers. Dreamily, I obey, languishing in the heightened sensation sleep can bring. Somewhere I know the tingle should be concentrated between my legs, but I feel it run along the curve where my legs reach my ass. I feel it in the small of my back tickled by the hair on his belly. I feel it in the tips of my nipple even though he.