Adam first thought about relieving the pressure in his groin by himself, but every time he looked at Jesse he changed his mind. He busied himself whil... she made her phone calls, grabbing a quick snack to take his mind off what he was really hungry for. When she had gotten up from her desk and went in the bedroom, he thought maybe she had changed her mind. He followed her and upon seeing her start discarding her clothes, he could feel his blood pressure rise. ‘Don’t start, Adam, we both need to. Knock off the giggles Mark. Mmmmm... Hey! I'm trying to be serious here.)So, anyway, how come nobody writes about ordinary folks?Mark and I for example. Sure, we did like to make love a lot at first. Did it almost anywhere we could find a chance of five minutes of more or less privacy. Got 'caught' a few times too. Always after he had already orgasmed though. Mark is a great pressure performer.(Get your hand away... Mmmmmm... Yes, I know. Go get a towel if it worries you.)He's also pretty good. But I realized she was fully dressed as if for work and started wondering what was up.“Sorry maami, bus breakdown, adhaan late”, I said walking towards her. “Ennaachu? How come you are still here? Did you also get late?” I inquired. She grinned and moved towards me, arms outstretched, “How can I leave without my daily quota of ego boosters from my boyfriend?” she giggled and hugged me as I pulled her into my embrace. “Now who is being naughty”, I cooed into her ear as I hugged her. I was. She watched the weather and made sure she knew which way the wind was likely to blow so she could start it on the sheltered side. She checked her matches and the kerosene tins, and made sure she had a decent torch, hours before the sunset. Finally, the sun went down. The moment had arrived. I carried the kerosene for her, but she wouldn’t let me put it on the waiting pile. She did it all: checked the wind, again, slopped the kerosene, soaked the rag on the torch and lit it. Quite a crowd had.