“You know,” I said to my girlfriend, “he is pounding herjust like she was a bitch in heat.”It made me and my girlfriend hot to...watch it, too. Iplayed with her as we watched. She was Asian with ravenblack hair, small tits, but big (babymaking) hips. After the guy in the field had taken his girlfriend frombehind twice, they changed positions. We watched her turnover and saw him gently push himself into her. As he did,she raised her legs high in the air, probably so that. She smiled as she came back out of her room. They said good morning and were soon off to possibly find a room.The next day was different. She did not want him to leave. On that day she tried believing that there was a slight chance there was chemistry between them. So with that idea, not necessarily embedded in her thoughts, she went with a wild and crazy idea. She thought about it. She thought it over. She thought and thought and she thought about it in every way possible. Yes, Marie was sure. He didn't use words, but I quickly learned a lot about my body. Chemical balances, hormones, brain body interface. Every moment with Martin was directed and intentional. Martin was always on task. He was an all-business kind of guy.He showed me how to access my reserves of adrenaline. How to refresh and awaken myself. A light touch here, a push there, and soon I was wide awake and completely refreshed ... ready to go face the world."That's how that's done, you can extrapolate from there." Thats. He gets off with me and goes on the bus together. So every day at 6 pm when we go to the bus, the crowd is like coconuts. What do we do but get on the bus. For a day or two the lights came on, but I thought it might be because of the crowd. I told him to get down if he was going up. Then the lamp pulled me in and hugged and kissed me. I'm stuck in his tight body. Then Pahan asks if I can put him down. I started to avoid him little by little. But one day when I was off, he came up behind me and.