Many nights of candles and hot cocoa rested between the pages of those books. I never felt quite so alone when there were unread pages for me to devou.... Some of those books I had read repeatedly. There were passages that were memorized and characters that would speak to me at the oddest of times. Then one day I realized that the characters that were speaking to me weren’t from any book or story that I had read, but rather from books and stories that I had yet to write. It was an odd revelation,. He always slept wearing those, winter or summer didn't matter to him. Me on the other hand, though the spring had just started, was wearing an old pajama. I crawled on top of him, one leg on each side of him and we started kissing. His lips parted and so did mine, our tongues started to swirl around in our mouths. I could feel his cock hardening inside his boxers as I slowly ground over it with my crotch."Sweetie, that pajama isn't really helping the mood." he said breaking off the kiss."But. She asked if I wanted more and I told her that she could keep doing 'more' until I said to stop.She added another finger to the first and pressed into me again. I figured out how to relax and let it be pure pleasure. That's what it was. Lying there, feeling nothing but these amazing sensations from my ass filling my whole body. She could tell it was good for me. Told me I was a natural. She'd done this with other men and they weren't usually so receptive. I didn't know if I should be proud, but. Now Jasleen’s boobs were pressed against the bed. Sandesh pressed his weight against her arms and started fucking her.“Oooooooh,” Jasleen let out a painful moan. Then she turned her face to her right and looked at Sandesh who was fucking her madly. Minutes later, Sandesh paused fucking and laid on top of Jasleen. He then put his fingers through her and pinned her in position. Then he started fucking her again.Sandesh then resumed fucking Jasleen.“Ah…ah…ah…ah,” Jasleen moaned.With each thrust,.