I handed him back the glass.“Just hang out, Tony should be here in a minute.” He said.He looked kind of sad now as he looked at me. I wiped off m... face with my hands to try and start to clean myself up when I heard a door open. I looked over and saw Tony and another guy walking over. I realized it was the same door we had come through last night. As they got closer I recognized the guy as the huge guy that was next to the door last night.“Hey Randy. Good morning.” Tony said and stuck his. I was furious, and she didn’t like it either, but what could we do. And so, my bombshell shifted to another place. And then I heard they moved to Kolkata. I was shattered, that I might never get to be with my sunshine again.A couple of years later, I was back in India and in Kolkata. I thought this was a great opportunity for me to have a date with my sweetheart. So I texted her the night before, and we video-called and made plans for the next day. I spoke to my babe for an hour and was still. I did have a fair share of older married women that I seemed to have more in common with and I enjoyed having tea or sipping a nice French wine rather than swigging down a pint with the boys.When I included in that mix that I did generally like to be on top when it came to sex, I guess I was more controlling than your average “bird” with the much-preferred submissiveness that most foreigners ascribe to British womanhood. Lately, I had been so anti-submissive that I drove away any chap looking. I let her pick one and we got comfortable on the couch. I sat on one end with my feet up on the coffee table and she cuddled up in my arms.I knew that it was worse for her. But to some degree we both suffered from the same thing. We were both starved for affection. But she has suffered from it for her entire life. I can't even imagine what it must be like to grow up without love. I can make it up to her, up to a point. But she still needs a woman in her life, a good woman to guide her and.