No Jim ... don't try and look ... Junie ... It's going to be a while before you can ride ... Jim's back can't stand a saddle ... It's you in missionar... or doggy. He looks plumb awful!!" Jimmy ... that was wonderful ... and I can't wait ... but it looks like I have to."Hey, you ... Mr. Smart mouth narrator ... summer's not over ... you got me back in school already? I sure as hell can't can't be going to school with my back like this. School? Eighth grade? Gym class? No way!While I was having my. He spoke I know what youre thinking.What woman is she allowing her husband to fuck someone right before her?.Well,around 15 years ago,she started feeling pain whenever we had sex and since were poor,we couldnt afford a costly doctor to treat her.So,I stopped having sex as I didnt want to give her pain.But,she understands my body needs.So,she allows me to go to the nearest dhaba and have a prostitute,but still even the cheapest one demands around Rs.100.So we save for months to allow me have. ” She said it with a sly, playful smile and then opened the bedroom door.I chuckled at her pun and followed her back downstairs.Her grandmother stood at the bottom of the stairs and Carla kissed her on the cheek, then rushed past her and continued to the screen door, “We’ve got work to do,” she called back as the door slammed.I followed her, surprised how casual and brazen she was being, so unlike the quiet, shy Carla I met that morning.When we got up to the barn, I wasn’t certain what to do. I stood up, leaving my bag, books and jacket where they were and walked purposefully to the library annexe. Through a full-length glass door, I could see Rob, sat at a desk in a long thin room, with a big window opposite him, looking onto a big courtyard.I entered the room, shutting the door behind me. Rob, who was sat on an ordinary chair, turned and smiled as he saw me. I walked over to him, put my mouth to his and kissed him, our tongues swirling together intimately. Instinctively, our arms.