This was the one I expected, I asked her to sit behind me on my bike, and off I started, 5-8 minutes of silence, I broke it first “my name is Vijay,...I stay at Vijayanagar, what about you”. She also opened up “my name is Pushpa”. All the conversations made were in Kannada – I asked her why she was alone and going to Salem lonely that too at untime, She broke down and answered that her husband is an alcoholic and had frequent quarrel with her, trying to console her I shared my personal problems. "I agree with you, Mark. After the first time we swapped, I felt a bit of guilt for a few minutes. Is this what you're talking about?" Yes. Those monsters from ancient times were so frightened of being normal and wholesome that they had to invent something to fit in with their horror so they come with the concept that sex is a bad thing. It's so damned absurd. How did those fools think we were to arrive here on earth? Did they think we ought to be born out of some sort of spiritual wedlock,. My nipples were erect as I alternated between rubbing them and playing with my clit, my hand occasionally grazing the shaft pumping in and out of me.It felt amazing, bareback sex without having to worry about condoms or pregnancy, I could hear grunting from the other side of the wall as well. After a minute or so he started to really pound into me, which set off my first orgasm, I closed my eyes and had to put my hand out to steady my balance just as I heard a tap from the other wall.As I came. I was always a silent spectator of their sensual romance. This episode is an incident during the Vishu Pooja we always used to do every year. My father had not yet moved to Dubai. Ashok was his very good friend and often used to visit on weekends.My father and Ashok would get drunk till late midnight. As my father would doze off, Ashok would romance with Mom in the kitchen and lawn many times. This episode is the beginning of their sexual romance. The beginning:She was standing near the.