The halls were empty as i walk all i could think was what i would not do to give myself something to do to occupy my time. I entered the men's room a...d stood in front of the urinal i was frustrated and it took a long time to start pissing mainly because i was so upset. I know poor me. You have it so good I can hear some of you say, well life without a little challenge is fucking boring. It takes no mind stimulation, I hate it. I noticed a sound coming from down the other end of the bathroom.. We got into a rick, I pretended to be sleepy and asked her I could sleep on her shoulder, she said yea sure and now my head was on her shoulder, the shirts top button was open so I was peeking from her shoulder and looking at her beautiful cleavage! I could see her boobs dancing up and down whenever there was a bump on the roadWe reached her place, she asked me if I wanna have something! I instantly said “you” to which she smiled and said chup saala! We both laughed!I wanted to try my luck with. When the lingam is removed to some distance from the yoni, and then forcibly strikes it, it is called 'giving a blow'.When only one part of the yoni is rubbed with the lingam, it is called the 'blow of a boar'.When both sides of the yoni are rubbed in this way, it is called the 'blow of a bull'.When the lingam is in the yoni, and moved up and down frequently, and without being taken out, it is called the 'sporting of a sparrow'. This takes place at the end of congress.When a woman acts the part. You drank their blood with your eyes, your all seeing eyes, distracting us with your skirts...pulling them down. As if you were modest...Ha!Nothing.You hoar. You beast! You, the High Priestess. The Queen of Pentacles. Queen Mab. That I would give a lifetime of my blood for a single night, for one night to ravish you. Taking by force what you deny me. And yet, you have not the courage to reveal yourself. ...Shut up and fuck me...No, Queen. You...you who are so seeming in your.