If you had seen at what a pace he came--like the wind!" I should think so, --a horse that cost 5,000 francs!" said Monte Cristo, in the tone which a f...ther would use towards a son."Do you regret them?" asked Morrel, with his open laugh."I? Certainly not," replied the count. "No; I should only regret if the horse had not proved good." It is so good, that I have distanced M. de Chateau-Renaud, one of the best riders in France, and M. Debray, who both mount the minister's Arabians; and close on. I was happy I could continue for some more time. In the morning I won’t be in any trouble with my friend or should feel bad to face her.Me: Really? Then whose cock it is?Aaesha: Raj. I know it’s you.I couldn’t understand how she found out.Me: (I was trying to manage what just happened ) Oh hey, Aaesha. I’m sorry I was half-sleep. I thought you to be my girlfriend and did something.Aaesha: Don’t lie, Raj, you were sleeping near my husband, and now you’re next to me.All this conversation was. I want you to fill me up, you in me NOW!" Her gasping cry fills his ears and he's deliriously in a swoon, aching for release, throbbing, his own rich cream rivulets easing out to meet her greedy mouth. "I too want to fill you, deeply, penetrate your depths to feel your grip and take and want." The mingling of their flow, a slickness unmatched in singularity, but heavenly and extreme when combined, is sought by them both. He trembles with desire and need, his want equal to her own, his quaking. "I also took tomorrow off at work, in case, you know, if I can't go" I felt a stirring in my crotch already.She served me diner. Oysters on the half shell, and a baked loup de mer, my favorite fish. We washed this down with a bottle of Perrier Jouet, cuvee Belle époque, my favorite bubbly, which I had been reserving for a special occasion. I did let her have the bubbly, I did not think it would interfere.Not soon enough, I had her proceed to the basement, taking an ice bucket and my leather.