Me: What?Lakshmi: What do you want me to do now?Me: Continue whatever you were doing. I only said to you so that you won’t misunderstand me.Lakshmi:...(with a smile) Have you ever had sex?Me: (shocked a bit to hear that question) No.Lakshmi: Am I the first women to touch you near your private parts?Me: Not just touch but you are the first women to see me nude as well since I became adult.Lakshmi: Have you ever seen a women nude?Me: (shyly with my head down) No. I only saw in some movies but not. Finally, he began to withdraw a bit and then slid back in. Soon, he had developed a nice rhythm and we were enjoying each other’s bodies as one.I had him get up on his hands and continue so that he could look at my body underneath him and to see the excitement of my body as he continued his movements. I held on to his butt and pulled him even tighter on his downward strokes. We were both quiet, laying there feeling each other’s bodies and I think both knowing what would be happening in the next. “As much as I want it, are you sure you want to blow me? It isn’t necessary, not if you don’t want to.”“I have no idea whether or not I can do it, Chris, but I want to try. Please don’t get upset with me if I can’t finish,” I said.“Matt, as I said before, I like giving head. I like sucking a cock as much as I like having mine sucked. When I decided to blow you, I had no expectations of you blowing me. If you want to find out, go for it. If you don’t, it doesn’t matter.” Chris smiled at. How could it get so bad?What am I doing up at this hour, sitting in a dead woman’s home, crying my eyes out, and throwing up every ten minutes? God, I wish I knew. I can’t think straight; I can’t even see straight. And I think someone is in the house. I’ve locked myself in the kitchen office and am throwing up in a wastebasket. Here’s what I remember. I need to write this down. My head is so fuzzy.DruggedI went to that bar at about nine o’clock Saturday night. Susan and Rick introduced me all.