I had never seen his art, there had never been a stroke of colour on his cheek to see. There was nothing to see. ‘I am sure.’ He said succinctly....He reached over, his coloured rainbow hand held mine tightly. It was the most beautiful hand I had ever seen, but it could not be real. The colours were all fake, his skin could never be that beautiful without such colour, could it? It was dark outside, and this man who I did not know, held my hand in a way that those who knew me, had never. We didn't have sex until I was 17 and he was 19 and even then it just sort of happened and when it did it seemed so natural that it wasn't all that special. It became special once we got the hang of it. We did the usual things and they got better and better as time passed. He didn't make gallons of cum, I didn't mess his bed with squirting. Why am I telling you this? Because the reality of an i****tuous relationship is far, far removed from the masturbation fantasies that people often write and. I did so to console her, for I was not at all sure what else to do.Me- Divya, look, these feelings are the most precious for me, but they are unusual either. We have lived like siblings since my 3, the day you were born was the day I felt completion. Today, our parents who have been living all together may not at all like the idea that we be engaged. What may we do to get their consent in our marriage if we desire to live like couples?Divya- Da, please do not discard my love just for the sake. My ass was almost sucking him in,already willing to swallow his hot member,if only he'd let me.Taking hold of my legs and pinning them right back he finally pushed the head of his cock into me and i gasped with pleasure,my tight little fuck-hole squeezing his dick.It was so much bigger than the previous cock,every throbbing inch making me gasp as he eased it in."oh my fucking god,its big" i said when he finally slid all the way in,and at that moment i was totally his."I'll do anything and.