With my foot, I drag her legs apart, pull her hips back from the wall slightly and place myself at the entrance to her waiting cunt, pausing for a whi...e. "Please don't," she says, with the voice of a petulant schoolgirl. "You do this every time!" For a moment, she pauses. "You're right," I respond. "I'm sorry." Lightly gripping my hardness with my hand, I again position it at the entrance to her sex and guide it inside her, aided by the fact she is completely soaked. She seems almost surprised. ’ I can’t tell you how many late-night phone calls I’ve received from frantic people all hoping that I can somehow wave my magic tech-wand and make everything all better again. These distress calls seem to follow a pattern and typically go something like this. [RING-RING] ‘Hello?’ ‘DUDE!!!!! You gotta help me man. I’ve been working all week on this presentation that I have to give tomorrow morning, and I lost it. It’s just gone man.’ ‘Ok… Don’t get your knickers in a twist. What did you do?’. Kuch ek hafte baad us ke bache dadi ke pas chale gai aur wo free ho gai..phir us me mujhe kaha ke raat ko 2 baje tum aajana mai door open rakhoongi..maine theek hai keh ker raat ka intezaar karne laga..bas wo time aahi gaya ke 2 baj gai..mai darta hua us ke door per pohancha to door open hi tha mai seedhe andar chalagaya aur door close kardiya jaise hi door band kar ke mai palta to meri nazar seedhe aunty per padi wow kya lag rahi thi wo gown pehna ua tha blue color ka aur us me ek dum pari lag. Her toes curled lightly as I slightly brushed against them. Immediately I retreated. I hadn’t earned the softness of her skin against mine. I returned to studying her curvature, admiring the perfection of her imperfect frame, watching, wondering, daring. Then began the two betrayals. My body would no longer listen to the signals I was trying to send it. As if possessed, I no longer could admire her body from afar. What was once acquaintance became passion, what was once a passing glance became.