I apologize. The poem sounds like a funeral. Very depressing.”“That’s Sylvia Plath.”“No shit?”“Yes.”“Well it sounds to me like she w...sn’t too happy. Almost like she’s trapped.”She was amazed at how quickly Claude picked up on the imagery, how easily he discovered the metaphor. She had loved those lines in college. Claude was good, maybe even a little too good. He was more intelligent than she originally thought.“You like some depressing shit, Amanda. Well I say there’s no room in this life for. .. Alan first...He fucked away at me for a few minutes while the other guys looked on ... I was loving him pounding me and he was getting me well stretched and open.After his first go on me, Colin took his place, Alan plopping out of my fanny with an audible "plop"...Colin kept up his go fucking me for a few minutes, then Fred took his place...My cunny was really getting well used and I was dripping wet ... Fred fucked me really hard and fast..."I can last for ages you fucking dirty cunt" he. 2-3 days later, she visited my home for a formal meet with my family. She talked with my parents, made food for us and enquired about my studies. I said “padhai toh thik chal rhi hai. Bas thoda disturbance jyada hota hai. Frequent power cut aur logon k lagatar visit karne se disturbance hota hai”. She suggested “toh mere ghar aa jaya kro. Wahan generator supply bhi hai aur mera room bhi khali hi pada rahta hai. Tum wahan shanti se padh sakte ho.”Secretly I too was waiting for such occassions. Kendra thought,'What else is new.'Heather leaped onto poor Kendra and pressed her mouth onto Kendra's. Itlooked like she was trying to suck her face off. She was kissingKendra, forcing her tongue in her mouth. Kendra was replying in kind,entwining her own tongue with Heather's. She hated Heather but had toput on this act as if she loved it.Heather's body was rubbing against her's, hands roaming all over her body. She always felt sick at this. Heather's hands squeezing herbreasts, cupping,.