From then, we conversed almost daily, only missing when hubby, for whatever reason, didn't go to the pub. Not only did our chats occur frequently, but...they also became very intimate. Within a few days, we were discussing our sexual preferences, experiences, and our fantasies, omitting nothing. Well, almost nothing: we didn't reveal our real names. Somehow, using my profile identity helped keep things at a distance, allowed me to pretend none of this was real. I needed that illusion. "Do you. Maine poocha, kyun kya hua? To usne hasnte hue kaha kit um mere sath ho kya ye kam gift hai mere liye? Mai to bas ek nazar use dekhta reeh gaya, hum apne sare hosh hawas bhool k eek dusre ke ankhon me doob gaye. Achanak mai uske taraf badhne laga, aur us din na jane use kya hua, wo v mere taraf badhne lagi. Mere hath uske kamar ko jakar chuke the, aur mere hoth uske jism ke pass the.Wo garm sans se mujhe pagal bana rahi thi. Ab hamare beech bahut kam fasla tha, mai pyar se use kiss karne laga,. Once he realized where I was taking him, he stopped again, and said, "Jesus, Tyler! We can’t do THAT!!" I laughed again, because he hadn’t realized that I was always going to get my way, and kicked him in the butt with my heels, hard, once, spurring him toward our destination. When we reached the point I’d selected, I said, "Look, Father: you didn’t bust me, but you’re going to. Right now. Right here." He tried to resist, but his cock was resisting his resistance, and his cock was winning. "Lay. So engrossed with the lagoon was Ithat I bumped into Will who had stopped and was looking out over aclearing with soft grass and a single oak tree just like the one we hadleft but whereas before there had been a steep slope and a cave, here theslope was gentle for about twenty metres before levelling and there wasno cave. "When you've quite finished trying to push me over the cliff,you might like to come with me over to the oak." Sorry," I replied looking down to the beach, "I wasn't looking.