And I haven’t met any interesting men...” she trailed off, not knowing what to say.“And you miss being with a man?” asked Bobby, his eyes glit...ering.Renee felt her face get even hotter. “Not like that,” she moaned.“Like what?” he asked innocently, leaning back.“I know what you meant!” she accused.“What did I mean?” he asked, just as innocently.“Don’t tease me now, Bobby,” she sighed. “Everything is going so well, but I need to have some fun too.”“Okay,” he said, relenting. “So you want to go on. Ahista ahista mainay uski kameez aur salwar utar di wah kya figure tha uska 38-29-40 uskay jism ko dekh kar main pagal hogaya aur mainay usay apnay bistar main litadia aur uskay hontoon par gal par aur poray jism par kis karnay laga ab woh bhi puri tarah say garam hogay thi aur phir usnay maira pejama aur shirt utari aur maira lund hath main laikar masalnay lagi ham donoon 69 ki possition par agay aur main uski choot cahtnay laga aur woh maira lund chosnay lagi kuch dair kay bad uski hoot nay. But I couldn't help myself - she had me under her spell. On the evening itself, I arrived at her apartment - punctually, but shaking with nerves. She answered the door wearing a short blue dress and, I suspected and later confirmed, nothing else. She invited me in. The apartment itself was large and modern - the main living area dominated by the large pieces of pop art she used to decorate the place. The huge pieces of graphic artwork clashed violently with each other. I followed her to the. Mac knew I was bullshitting. Her movements were gentle and deliberate as she started to slowly rock against me. My ows dissolved into whimpering."Shhhh," she hushed, kissing my back, "you're doing such a good job."But I wasn't doing a good job, and I knew it. The room seemed tight and close, and what I had thought of as a small piece of purple plastic now seemed large, long, and incredibly hard."More lube," I gasped.It seemed to be the only words I could string together. That and "it hurts.".