That you’d want to ‘indulge’ me, and then you’d feel bad. And then I’d feel bad. And I don’t want to spoil the good memories I have of thi... by bringing in bad ones. And I want your memories of this to be good as well. Why is life so complicated? *** I park the car at the end of the beach and we walk again. We sit on a concrete block, I take off my shoes, you lie back, I spread out my jacket and sit cross legged looking at you. ‘What?’ You ask. Your hand lifts my dress and you peek underneath. I. I take my tongue and flick her hard clit, putting it in my mouth sucking hard on it as well as fingerring it ooooohh, I’m cummming! Wrapping her legs around me holding my face in her cunt, she starts squirting a steady stream of cum, I’m doing my best just to drink this tasty honey without suffocating.She blushes, I’m sorry I should have told you I’m a gusher” licking the cum off my face, mmm baby its fine just got a little surprised. Now bend over the bed I’m going to fuck your cunt the way. These necessities were spaced for maximum effectiveness and were placed with the added design of maintaining our hourly speed without loss of time.I could not help but contemplate the fact that travel on a train was sort of a cessation of passage of time and I wondered if the initial start of my time travel was due to that cosmic relationship rather than the result of some other worldly magical intervention unable to be explained in logical terms.My brain was taking in these serious thoughts at. She gently massaged my head with oil. She usually does this to me whenever she combs hair for me but this time I felt something different and uneasy. Then she started combing my hair. I felt too nice.Mom: So how are your college guys?Me: Hmm nice guys. All are very funny.Mom: Preeti. Have any guy proposed you for love?Me: Yes Mom. I got 4 proposals.Mom: Hey my girl is so lucky. Did you pick any of them?Me: No mom. I didn’t.Mom: Why da?Me: With our family condition I can’t get into that and.