With brute force I lifted her off of me and let her slip deliciously back onto my surging penis. She rocked back and forth on my cock. Alternating fro... a quick succession of quick strokes and slow long strokes She begins to feel an eruption coming as my cock swells even more. My hands fall away from her hips to run up and down my hardness as she rose and fell. My face was contorted in agony. Coming up on one of my long strokes she pulled my cock out of her cunt just enough to maintain my cock. No anger no sadness; she just seemed like a stranger. I could logically remember everything that happened, but the emotional impact of what had happened was simply gone. Not faded, not repressed; just gone. I knew that I had had feelings of anger and loss, but they were gone now. I couldn’t even remember what anger felt like.The next day was a Saturday, and I figured there was a lot to do before I started preparing for the semester on Monday. I’d already pulled the paint sprayer and cans of. I’m 27, M from Hyderabad, working in an IT company at Hitechcity, 5’6” average looking guy. This story is the real incident in Jan’15. As everyone of know FB is the place to meet strangers apart from know ppl. Nisha is one of those strangers who became friend from a common group. We never had proper talks but would keep hitting likes now and then.It so happen that I have notice a depressing status on her wall, and out of friendship and concern enquired about the same. She said it’s personal and. Linda's parents loved me; they had accepted our bi-racial existence, though grudgingly and not quite with the liberal fanaticism of my own mom.The problem, had any of the parents troubled to explore it, lay in the fact that Linda and I had pledged only our love, not our fidelity. Each of us knew that the other might — and had — call to say that he or she would not be available that evening. The only restriction that we placed on each other was that neither of us would use our own apartments for.