Still, I’m not used to the attention from other guys.’ ‘Good attention?’ Monica asked. ‘Oh, I’m not sure. Ever since I started using your...cream rinse, and my hair got looking better, there are these four guys who sit in the back of my calculus class who keep looking at me, and one of them has asked me out, twice. He quit when I showed him my engagement ring, but still . . . .’ ‘Guys liking your looks isn’t a bad thing. Heck, I wish more guys liked my looks! But I’m guessing it’s that blonde. It can take ages to build and seconds to destroy. You know it when you have it, or when you've lost it but how did you get to that point? This is a story of how a bond of trust was strengthened following an emotional session of correction.They had gone through the usual steps of chatting online and felt that there was enough chemistry to meet live. She was guarded and he could tell that she had been burned before so he knew to tread lightly with her. Their first few play sessions were a lot of. Neetu called up Devi and they went to get the third round drinks. This time, when they came back, Devi came and sat near me and Neetu went the other side. She offered Gautam a drink and told, I’m going to teach you something new. I was meanwhile dying to see Devi’s boobs. Devi’s just got up and came near me. She told me to hold her glass as well. She then slid her hands into my shorts and took my penis out. I was feeling lot of blood rush. She pulled me shorts out and I was sitting naked in. A large sign hung from her neck, with writing on it. Karen knew her letters. Had learned them last year. She didn't know words, but she knew the letters:"Dad, I am alive and well. And happy! Can not see you. I love you. Door will close in 30 seconds."Before she knew it, Daddy was picking up Karen, holding her tight. His eyes were wet. He was crying! She looked back for Mommy, and saw her out of bed as well, fingers moving swiftly over her phone. Daddy turned as well."Are you sure, Honey?" You.