I wanted to crawl into Goddess Janelle's ass and live there, which is a pretty weird and drugged-out thing to think about, I must admit. But the odor ...f Her farts, and the feel of Her burning ass flesh around my head, and the lack of oxygen was making me into an addict of sorts: an addict to Goddess Janelle!I pulled away just enough to whisper hoarsely, "I worship You, Goddess Janelle, I am Your fat whore boy, I will do anything for You, I adore Your Goddess Ass!"She turned then and looked down. V dkh rha tha aur anju naha rhi thi aur manjili(naukrani)uske paas gyi aur usse baatein krna suru kr di jst imagine dsto anju tb sirf apni petticoat mai thi adhi nahayi hui pura badan bhiga hua usme se uske chuchiyaan puri tarah se dikhai pad rhi thi toh manjili ne use kaha ki didi apki toh kitne bade hain kaise hue ye itne bade batao na aur nasili nazro se dkhne lagi anju ne useke irado kosamjhne mai deri nhi ki aur Use kaha ki kisi se chudwa le akeli kab tak rehegi achi tarah se koi malish. .. ... when She appeared.In my e-mail box, that is. Now I've HAD cyber sex before. And, I'll amit it, I'd written a handful of... uh... somewhat erotic humiliation stories. (weak smile) But most of my email flings have had the same problem we ALL nebies discover when having sexual "one night stands" on the net... Cyber sex, for all it's reputation... just It doesn't last.The THRILL of dangerous and forbiden email lust quickly evaporates within a few weeks and your BOTH find yourself bored with. I wondered if she could feel it throbbing as I could. Cindy showed me how to breathe into my root charka, whatever the hell that was, and how to breathe together in harmony with the spirit of love. After about another fifteen minutes, all I wanted to do was to fuck her, the hell with charkas and synchronized breathing. Cindy seemed to sense my passion, and suggested that we may want to get out as too long in the tub was not good for you. Since she was above my legs, she got out first, but I.