Then I thought I heard the door shut and quietly fuck myself, waiting and listening for more footsteps, but they never come. I’m a little wary now, ... sometimes wonder if my son spies on me as I hear the floor creaking outside my bedroom some nights.I think about Mathew’s slender body over me again, fetching me off to a whopping big orgasm and shout out his name as I come. “Mat…hew, Math……ew, I‘m coming”Still recovering from the best orgasm in some time, I do hear a noise “Is that you. He desperately tried to regain some control over himself. He texted some friends and chatted to them about nothing special. About life in their village, music, concerts and whatever made him not think about Louise. When it was time for dinner he cooked himself a simple meal and ate it while reading an article about Indians in the Amazon forest. There you go, he thought, that’s what he needed. Back to nature and some distance from all that was happening here. After finishing the article he put. He knew from her sad smile that she hadn’t survived unscathed. No one had in these conditions. But her brain was still hers, her heart still beat and her hands were warmer than the walking dead’s. There were differences about her — her hair was shorter than before, though still past her shoulders, and she was thinner, her clothes hanging off of her more. But she was still the pretty girl he’d noticed three and a half years ago when they first met, still the girl who caught his eye. ***********. Ummmmmmmmmmmm kyaaaa taste h re iski gaaand ki maine kyu nhi khaya itne saaalo me ummm” aise boll kr gaand khaane laga aur karan meri chuchi chusne laga. Mai doggy pose me raj ko gand khila rhi thi aur karan ko mera dudh phir karan se raha nhi gya woh bhi meri tango ke beech let gya aur meri rasili chut rass chaaat ne laga.Mai: ummmmmmm karannnnnn uffff ahhh kesa laga aaj bohot rass nikal raha h ufffff.Karan: haaaaa saaali aaj sara rasss peena h tera bohot tez khujli hob rhi h naaaa leeee meri.