His voice was not only soft and dulcet, but it also dripped pure sex. Less than an hour earlier, Frank would have considered hearing this voice quite ...nticing. But how could he possibly think that now? This sensual sounding voice was now his own voice. "Oh shit!" he swore in a voice just as arousing as it was sensual. And then, without any warning, Frank passed out. * * * * * Parallelalities - Take Two (Part 2 of Take 2) by Bill Hart * * * * * Frank moaned softly as his senses slowly. ”So what have you been up to lately?” You ask as you sit cross legged next to me but leave your legs open enough so I can tell you aren’t wearing any underwear. I clear my throat and say “Basically just college and homework!” You press a little harder by uncrossing your legs all the way and I can see you are completely shaved. “Well don’t you think it’s time to take a break?” I couldn’t agree more! You jump a little when I grab your legs and pull them apart as my face goes into your crotch. I. It had a lamp, a tablet, and a few pictures on it. Behind me on the wall were some paintings. Starry Night by Van Gogh. Haystacks, by Monet. Paintings that had brought me a lot of comfort over the years. I had a suit on, but no tie. I wanted to be comfortable, and I never liked wearing a tie. It wasn’t a real office, in a real building. It was a set on a small sound stage. The very first night of my very first talk show. It belonged to a small regional channel, that only reached a viewership in. I understood she was in bad mood and went to my room. the next day morning I called her she was crying and shouting at me. I went to her home in the evening and looked very strained due to crying I went near her and asked aunty what happened she shouted “u idiot u did every thing and asking me what happened?” I understood her situation and opened iss in her pc and showed her all incest stories and said incest relation is common and she was a bit cooled and shocked and replied that incest.