It had returned just before coming here, but then she admitted to it disappearing during the day. She describes it as a feeling of irritation, an itch...ng in her feelings that she can’t scratch, a psychological itching if you will.”He chuckled, “Thank you for dumbing that down for me. I was getting concerned with the ‘prefrontal’ and ‘amygdala’. So, psychological itching. What is that, do you think?”She looked down, then faced him, again. “You’re going to think, ‘here she goes, again’. But,. We strive to live sustainably, to limit our impact on our environment.”“But if I offered you a big, juicy piece of Franklin steak, you’d turn it down?”“No,” she chuckled, “we don’t object to eating meat as a concept. We only go without to preserve the ecology of our planet.”“I don’t know if Franklin counts,” he added. “I think we ruined the native ecology of that planet decades ago by raising half a billion head of cattle there. The whole colony is just endless grassland as far as the eye can. He started pushing his erected cock on my back and said “Bhabiji please aao na. I resisted his move and told him to refrain from such advances. He loosened his grip around my body and told that there is no harm in this as nobody will come to know. But I was too afraid and strictly told him that I do not like all this. He then went to the drawing room. I put the tea in the drawing room and told him to leave after the tea. I then went to the bedroom.I lay on the bed as started falling to sleep.. It was not unpleasant and I was curious. I began to lick the juices from her vagina as they flowed slowly from within her.Terry realised what she was doing and began to apologise, and began to pull back.“I am sorry, that doesn’t normally happen. I have only done that once before when I was with another woman. I don’t know what causes it other than it only happens when I have an orgasm when somebody is giving me oral.”“Don’t worry, whatever it is, is OK. I can handle it. I haven’t seen or tasted.