Emma wanted to stop herself, but she couldn't. It had been so long since she had a man inside her. She needed this. Mitch felt Emma's hand cautiously ...ouch his penis. She wasn't trying to stimulate him, she wanted to touch it, explore it, as if she had forgotten what one felt like.Emma couldn't control herself, she dropped to her knees and stared at Mitch's erection for a long moment. It wasn't too late for her to turn back, she could still send the boy home, take a cold shower and forget it. Shriya’s black Activa had given up in the knee length water of his very well unmaintained society so it was his duty or, maybe an obligation for him to drop her to her distant dwelling. It didn’t matter much to Chirag how beautiful the girl was he found it boring to drop people. Here he was stuck so he took keys to his car and Shriya climbed in.It was dark and it was raining but Shriya reached home safely, she invited him in for a cup of tea. Now tea was his weakness and that too in rains he. I would have a position well above Peter’s and almost triple what I had been earning. Retirement, full medical, a company car. I must have been the subject of a good amount of pillow talk last night.I got out of the car and went into the steakhouse, ordering the biggest Porterhouse steak and asked for the largest baked potato they could find. I got a nice glass of red wine and sat there and ruminated over the two offers. I chewed, swallowed, thought, over and over and over. By the end of the. She crouches down and rubs the leaves. The scent is unmistakable, sage. She takes hold of the stem and is about to pull, when she feels his fingers, warm and strong, wrapped round her wrist again. His voice in her ear whispers, ‘Leave it alone, my dear.’ This time she has come prepared. She spins around in a fury and lashes out with a knife. A knife cast from pure silver. She hacks and slashes in all directions and screams, ‘Faierie!’ She hits nothing. The blade simply slices through thin air..