While it might be momentarily satisfying, in the end I told myself sagely, it'd just be a waste of perfectly good vodka, and tossed back another mouth...ul.Swallowing had become a chore. No, not a chore; more like a relentlessly painful obligation. Sort of like tattooing the Last Supper across your erect cock, just because you promised some pretty face you would.Another swallow and there was less than half-a-half-a glass of vodka left. I thought about that thought for a second or two. I hate. "Leave that to me," I said with a smile and a subtle nod that took the sting out of my refusal.He laughed. "Belle, I would have been honored." Of a certainty you would, you old lecher. You haven't changed at all in the years I have known you. For my own peace of mind I should get you married off." And you haven't changed either," he responded gallantly. "Soft, sweet, demure, with just a hint of steel in those lustrous eyes, and ever a touch of mystery in the business you make. Some day I'll. I was so happy to have a good husband like amit. i was feeling horny and wanted a good sex even on my first night but i dont wanted to initiate. he sit near me and we talked lots of things like like, dislike, family etc. our topic went to the romance and sex and i felt wet in my panty, but i had to control. soon he started foreplay and he kissed me, our lips become one. i did not have hesitation and i responded well on every activity. soon he unrolled my sari and i was my blouse and. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY ANY MEANS, THEN TURN BACK NOW. VIOLATERS WILL BE SHOT. SURVIVORS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN. THANK YOU, AND HAVE A NICE DAY.“Chris! PLEASE?”“NO!”“But…”“Sam! You know damn well I HATE that movie! I told you a million times before it came out that I didn’t want to see it.”“But…..”“Just go with Cathy!”“You know what she did LAST TIME???”“No. What?”“She made out with the soda machine. COME ON! I’ll make it up to you.”“HOW?”“um….”“Exactly.”I stood there, staring at my best friend. Did.