All I could do was just sit there in stunned disbelief. So quickly were my rekindled hopes dashed. My eyes were burning with unshed, angry tears at ho... unfair it was. For a long minute, I seriously considered going back to see if I could find those idiots with the bats so they could beat my brains in. It seemed I was wrong; He had just been boosting me up for the next fall.It had now become painfully obvious that God, or the Fates, definitely had it out for me. Looking up, I could easily. ”“I’m not sure there’s a certain place for a woman to put her left hand, but from what I’ve learned, if a woman wants a man to dance close to her, she will put her left hand on his side above his belt, or maybe even hook her thumb in his belt-loop to let him move closer. If she doesn’t want him to dance close, she’ll most likely put her left hand high on his chest, or even on his shoulder, as if she’s ready to push him back.”“Where does a man put his right hand on his partner, so it won’t be. Sangita went inside to ask what was the matter.After some time, we came to know that there has been a bus accident near Mahabaleshwar ghat (Mountain road) and his best friend was traveling on that bus. The bus went offroad and was stuck in the woods 50 feet from the Highway. He left immediately.Parth and Sangita were shocked. He wanted to cancel his trip but Sangita insisted that EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT. Next morning at 5 am, Parth went to his trip. I woke up early to say goodbye. Now it. Maybe once or twice a week, she’d open the dressing table drawer and run her fingers gently along my length. She’d hold me in one hand and lie on the bed, flicking my switch and as I buzzed into life, she’d slowly slide me along her slit. My tip would trace her folds and slowly begin to circle her clit.Sometimes, she’d push my head inside her, feeling her soft velvet walls gripping me as she panted and squirmed. I could always tell how things were going in her life depending on how I was used..