I just hoped my failure wasn’t too critical.I propped my phone where it could watch, plugged in the power, and started the video feed. I clicked to ...ccept her connection. Digging a coin out of my pocket, I took a deep breath and leaned my nose against the wall, putting my hands behind my back.Minutes ticked by. How long would she keep me like this? My legs were tightening at ten minutes. My nose was starting to feel numb.Another text, she must have reached the theater. “Until return; forty. Phir wo mujhe baalon se pakad ke baithate hain, aur kehte ab chus ise.Maine kal se kapde nahin pehne, ab jaise hi inke lund dekhe, mera mu khula aur bas, poora lund mere mu mein, chooste-chooste meri chut gili hona shuru ho gayi, ek ne meri choot par haath masla aur usne ishara kiya.Wo mujhe uthake ghodi ki poisiton me baitha dete hain, aur achanak se, ek lund meri gaand mein, aur dusra meri choot mein. Mai dard se cheekhi par ek ne mera mu dabocha aur dusre me mere chuche masal diye.Jaise hi. I could see the realisation as she remembered the chat, as her cheeks began to colour. Chuckling to myself as I made the drinks in the kitchen, I knew that she must be thinking of what we had spoken about as she sat there will Darrell.As I took the drinks in, they were chatting happily obviously comfortable together. Over dinner we spoke of many things but I steered the conversation to what I really wanted to hear about, Darrell’s controversial ideas on racism and the way to move forward so. Why don't you call your parents now? Set something up for tonight, and we'll get it over with."She gave me a sweet little look, but I could see in her eyes that she'd just checked off another box on her mental list. How is it that most women can't read a road map, and yet they're like Napoleon when it comes to planning out the most intricate details of a campaign to capture the men they love? It must be something they're born with because, even at eighteen, Rebecca was a master of relationship.