I was not passed out for long, well, long enough for him to finish and flip me. I became aware of his mouth kissing me, I returned his kiss while col...ecting my senses. I asked “Did I?” He says I was out cold. And his cock is still in me. He adds that he is still draining out. I reply “Please never ever leave me”. Don’t know why I said that, just did. His answer was to start pumping me slowly. Superman was not as hard and big as earlier but still stiff enough to now make love to his. On one night I was feeling mild head ache so I was not getting good sleep. Raj after reading up to 12.30 A.M came to the bed room and went to the bath room. After getting fresh he returned but he did not come to bed until 15 minutes. Since I was not slept I looked around the room, Raj was standing near the widow. The window was open; it seemed he was watching some thing at Sweety’s house. With curiosity I went near to him tiptoed. Their kitchen was clearly visible from our room. In the kitchen. You can see my heartbeat in the soft notch at the base of my throat. As your gaze lowers and I can no longer see the deep darks of your eyes, I take in all of those little signs of years missed. The grey in your hair, the tiny wrinkles at the corner of your eyes, the lobes of your ears. You take in my chest, my breasts. I won’t let you get far enough from me that you can see my hips, even though I know that’s what you want most at the moment, because I can’t stand not having my arms wrapped all. Anson, sir!"Anson scrambled to stand up with haste. He checked his cravat and his cuffs. Next he fitted his stump into the crutch under his left armpit before he limped after the one-legged man into the office. There he stood before an elderly, harried-looking man."Good afternoon, Mr. Anson!" the man offered. "Please, be seated, and my apologies for letting you wait for so long. As I'll admit freely, this was mostly due to our difficulties in finding an adequate placement for you." Yes, sir.".