I train at the Stillman Weight Center. Perhaps some evening you and your wife will watch me wrestle." We would enjoy it." I would be honored, Sir."I w...s not used to being called "Sir," and it made me feel somewhat uncomfortable, but if Araali wanted to call me that, I did not feel like complaining.By now my assailant was beginning to stir. "What happened?" he asked."You hurt a good man," Araali answered. "If you try to run I will hit you again."I got my cell phone out of my briefcase and called. The third year I meet her. And now my hands begin to shake as I write. We are in a dinner for two of the university clubs: acting club and classical music club. We eat and I am happy, nice people gathered in a nice dinner. I make jokes, my friends laugh. I catch a laughter that I do not know. Look around: she is right there in the next table, listening to my jokes. When our eyes meet, she keeps smiling, but she looks away. I notice she does not eat meats in her dish, only the potatoes. I lean. He had curling, golden hair and piercing blue eyes. His face borea healthy tan. The white t-shirt was tight enough to show perfect abs.The blue blazer did nothing to hide his wide shoulders. A pair of khakislacks and brown leather shoes completed the outfit. The package wastopped off with a million watt smile that was presently directed atAnna.Anna took a deep breath and closed her jaw, which had somehow gone limpduring the last few moments. "Can I help you?", she asked. The man saidin a rich. This was the good sign for me. Then again I took her into my arms and started sucking her lips. My hands were now caressing her back under her T shirt. We were changing our lips position sometimes I was sucking her lower lips and sometimes she was sucking my lower lips. Then my hand went on to her waist and then I moved my hand lower to the waist and I can now touch her panty. Then I tried to put my hand into her panty to get her ass cheeks but she opposed my move and removed my hand but I was.