‘You are such an innocent. You really don’t know.’ ‘Know what?’ ‘I brought you pleasure.’ He smiled but it looked forced. ‘That is goo... enough for me.’ I looked down at his cock. It was hard and throbbing. ‘But what about you?’ He looked down at himself full of need, and then dropped his head back to the pillow closing his eyes. ‘I’ll take care of it later.’ I looked at him confused. Why had he stopped? Didn’t he want me anymore? ‘But why Hawk? Why can’t I take care of it for you?’ He opened. As he sat down, he looked over at her and said, ‘I only have about 10 more minutes before I have to head out anyways, so I’ll be out of your way soon. I just wanted to sit for a bit.’ The small round table brought her in close proximity with him. ‘Yeah, that’s fine,’ she replied in a quiet tone. Her heart started pounding faster and her hands were getting sweaty. He may have been a jerk, but her last memory of him was when she was shoved against a bookshelf grinding on his thigh. That was all. Ab wo thak kar let gaye aur mere lund ko jor jor se hilla rahi thi mera lund bahut joro se khada hogya gaya tha ab mai apne lund ko uski chut par ragad raha tha aur apne lund ko jor jor se uski chut par maar raha tha roshni bahut tadap rahi thi ab mujhe bhi control nahi ho raha tha.Maine apne lund sidha ek bar mai jor ka dhaka laga diya aur mera lund shidha uski chut ki gheraiyo mai pahuch gaya roshni ki chut bahut jayada gilli thi isliye jayada koi taklif nahi hue mai lund ko uski chut mai jor. I saved a long message on my cell phone that started with the delirious words ‘Hi, I’ve been thinking about you . . .’ A ‘Shoshana’ file on my computer held her deliciously warm and readable emails. Was I smitten? What do you think? After dinner at a Malaysian restaurant in late December, before she left for a family gathering, I surprised Shoshana with a Hanukkah gift, a two-CD set of Cajun and Zydeco music, reflecting our interest in world music and her knowledge of French. She called me from.