Hatred and fear, her thinking continued, fear and hatred. Are they so different, I wonder. Or are they merely different manifestations of the same th...ng? Is hatred spawned by fear, or fear by hatred? Or do they arise simultaneously and feed off each other? Am I simply asking which came first, the chicken or the egg?And how is it that either of those destructive emotions comes into being at all? What's the starting point, the kickoff? How does a brave, honorable and evidently compassionate man. He was clean shaven, with a strong chin. His blue eyes were lit with the look of not only intelligence but also concern. His shoulders were broad and his bare arms had well defined muscles on them. Marion could almost imagine those arms wrapped around her and this thought caused her heart to flutter and for moisture to form in between her thighs. No other man she had ever met had caused her to have thoughts like this and she had even met the current king of England, Edward the. All the gooey stuff from my pussy was leaking onto the bed. As he wrapped one arm over me, turned slightly towards him and played with his flaccid cock. I’m going to miss you Rashmi he said I mean it. And it’s not just the sex. I’m not telling this to you, just to make you feel better about what has happened. I genuinely like you as a person and would have wished to see more of you.I too would have loved seeing you more often. And honestly, I’ll miss you too Avvy and I meant what I said. It was. But slowly, she started to get too involved with me and finally, we got together like a couple.One day, she had an off and I had a night shift. She called me and told me that there was no one at her place. Her husband had gone out to work and would be back only in the evening. Her son had gone for an outing with his friends and her mother-in-law was out for a full day pooja. She asked me if I could come to her place. I knew that this was the perfect day to have her.So I reached her place around.