. and then I'm going to fuck you. Hold my hands as you get close. Weave your fingers in mine and squeeze them as hard as you wish when your orgasm hi...s you. Do you lose control when you come? Do you make sure anyone who can hear knows that you're getting fucked and you're coming hard? Do you twitch and jerk before you collapse, spent and happy, on top of me? I will hold your head gently in my hands, my fingers in your hair, as I gently kiss your face and draw you back to earth. Your smile in. "Tried? I begged. I did everything I could. I spent practically nothing on myself, but David would. The carpets are the same ones as when we bought the house. Have you ever seen us take a vacation? I could control those. For other things, David overrode my protests and saw that the boys and I got the best. I couldn't make him see that we would rather have him than a baseball glove or a new coat."I still can't get through to him. I've tried, literally, a thousand times. Every day, every week. “Brahma says we have to help the afflicted, the downtrodden, the hungry and destitute. I can do little to free you from The Hole but I can ease your stay by picking a hand of bananas or filling a goatskin with water.” He made the graceful namaste gesture of India, used in greeting and departing, and left.The water was delicious; the smell of the goatskin container was strong but was more than made up for by the coolness and freshness of the contents. I wolfed down two of the bananas in double. I whispered, “I saw them grow in front of me all these years, Ragi. And yet I haven’t seen them in their absoluteness.”She took her hands off the bra, but it didn’t fall, it rested there. I slowly took my hands around her arms from both sides, and she entered my embrace, eyes still closed. I kept my palms on the bra on her boobs, gave a peck on her shoulder and whispered, “Don’t you want to see my hands on your breasts, Ragi?”She rested her head on my chest and submitted herself completely.