I started enjoying my time alone, thinking of you.Ayan: Really?Mona: Yes, Ayan. Then slowly, even when Dileep was with me, it was you. It was a surpri...e the first time I saw your face flash in my head, as your Dad drilled me, but after that, every time I spread my legs for him, I imagined submitting myself to you – my own son.Ayan: Oh, fuck!Mona: Once he strayed, it was only you. I knew you were the one, Ayan. I knew things would finally get to this. It still remained a fantasy for long, but. Nerves transmit signals of heat and cold too." Yes, professor." Well, it turns out, that in certain situations the brain has trouble differentiating between the signals. At the moment of orgasm, while the brain is being overwhelmed by pleasure, that's the only message it recognizes."So, if, when you started to come, I were to squeeze your clit very hard, the brain would misinterpret it as even more intensely pleasurable. But afterward you'd be bruised and it would hurt."I could put a lit match. Rob kept asking me if everything was OK and I told him it was, but it wasn’t. I had to have some time to think about what happened Friday night. But finally I had to talk with my husband after I got home from the office one night. I walked into our den and sat down next to him on the sofa and said, “Rob I need to talk with you.” Then I took a deep breath and started. “I’m scared,” I told my husband as I took his hand in mine. “I’m scared of what happened last Friday, I believe you when you say. Even the guys found them irritating but they did have an eye on their hot bodies.The one thing most of them disliked in them was doing TikTok in their room. When I was studying back then, it was called Musical.ly. But since it was its old name, I would stick on to the ‘TikTok’ name. They even missed dinners and stuff and would roam around doing TikTok.Because of this, even though they were fucking hot bods, they were single. They both shared a room and many of us even thought they were.