"Fuck yes it feels good!" "Well, I'll bet we can make it feel even better!" she cooed.Her hand moved up the shaft to the head. Kara ran her finger bac... and forth over the head smearing the drops of precum forming on it. Clasping the head with her fingers, one of her fingers continued to play over the head of his wet cock. He looked down at her finger tickling lightly on the swollen head. He felt an intense, raw sexual force rush through his body, a moan emanating from deep inside of him. "Hmmm,. The thought of waiting for another 12 hours was scary. So I wanted to go back to my friend’s place.When the few people around heard my problem, they all sympathized with me. Well, that’s so common in India, especially villages. So they started suggesting me what to do. Few advised me to go back to my friend’s place but the majority suggested that I should go a the nearby city by bus and there from can easily catch any other train for my place. The nearest city Bikaner was around 200km from that. " What? You never loved her? Then why did you marry her?" It seemed the thing to do at the time. She was madly and passionately in love with me. She really was and she wanted us to get married. While I didn't love her in the same way, I did care for her and thought I could grow to love her, with time. So, I proposed, just like she wanted me to, and we got married." So what happened?" Honestly? I knew before the honeymoon was over that it wouldn't last. I think the whole situation was my fault. By the end of class my panties were so wet I went home and masturbated for an hour imagining that he was in my bed making love to me. I had to find out more about this guy?Well, I had a friend who was a work study student in the History Department I coyly asked for the file on Jim McCormack . She handed me the file. It read that he went to an exclusive all boys’ Catholic school in Chicago and got mostly average grades. But here was an entry on his record “IQ 137” that's really fucking high..