.. maybe a better word would be unconscious.I got up and undressed her, taking off the slightly damp bathrobe. She was so beautiful. I climbed back in...and curled up with her, bringing the sheets and covers over us. My arms were holding her in the same way Carlotta would like to be held in sleep. A small part of my mind noted with amusement that I didn't feel guilty at all. I felt that Carlotta would be happy for me. I fell asleep by A'moth's side, caressing her breasts and feeling the rise and. Words like cunt and suck and fuck and pussy and cock and prick... and a myriad of combinations. Goddamn it, she thought, outraged at herself, this HAD TO STOP!She turned down Revere Lane and begun looking for the apartment. Bob had described the place well enough and she found it without trouble. A few blocks of bungalows done in Tudor style preceded the apartment house. Betty saw it standing out incongruously, a white circular building surrounded by freshly transplanted stubby-looking pines,. I have no job for about 2 years and so I used to spend a lot of time in chatting with girls online. I used to feel relaxed from job tensions chatting with girls. It almost became a daily habit. I then happened to meet a girl named Pinky (pet name with which I call) who is doing her final year graduation and stays in a hostel in Bangalore. We became good chat friends and exchanged our mobile numbers after 6 months we started chatting. We then used to talk daily for hours over phone and our. Both he and Henrietta had a set routine that always started with a “down on her knees” position that robbed the church going woman of her middle-aged reputation for upstanding moral character.After that, they both liked to move straight into the preferred “doggy” style form of love making that let her tits swing freely with the weight of gravity and lack of restraint on the bed. He loved the sound of his balls bouncing on her ass cheeks and feminine folds like they were a pair of young lovers.