It required a woman's touch I suppose. I returned to my tried and true method. Each stroke of my hand had me yearning for her even more. Her scent, ...er hair, her curves, I felt the climax coming. I squeezed harder and pulled faster. I came with a powerful intensity, sending shivers down my body. My cum shot into the bath wall and over my hand. I washed off and got out of the shower, mind still clouded but for now my sex drive was sated. In the following month, I had lost all hope of ever. He gradually confessed that he had missed me terribly, but being a man meant not showing your emotions and he had kept his mouth shut, swallowing his disappointment. It was during these conversations, a quiet sharing of touch and breath and perhaps a soft kiss or two, that I fell in love with him. I'd loved him before, but differently. Once I realized the extent of my feelings, I knew I'd be with him always. I don't know how many times after that I fell asleep with his hand curled around the. Calmly Peter walked in, greeting the porter, and then rushed round to his window and helped her through. As she slithered over the threshold he definitely saw more of her underclothing than he had expected."I hav fantasy" Oh yes?" 'My God, what?' he thought"My fantazy is of handsome young man taking me roughly without warning. You can do this?" You want me to uumm force myself on you?" I vant you to make me do whatever you want. Undress me!"Seemed like she was in control of this fantasy, but he. Her boobs were ample, not large with a faint valley visible in between.From the side, her boobs looked inviting, to be grasped to be mauled..My own girl friend was nothing as compared to her.Of course it was her bad, and I was happy that she had accepted the situation graciously. If my dick was hard, it was my problem and I had to take care of it. Time passed…it had somehow slowed down and one after another two metro stations had come and gone, and not the train was standing in between two.