. yeah you do." "Do you think she feels the same way?" "I don't know. I don't even think she's gay or would even think of me that way." "How do you kn...w if you don't try? If you don't say anything to her, you'll live to regret it for the rest of your life.. wondering if this woman could be the love of your life." Could this be real? I'm sitting in my lecturer's office discussing this. I don't know what to do at this point, other than grabbing her and kissing her right this very second. And then. Her breasts pressed against him as she took the dishes in the sink and started soaping them. It became all too much for Ben, having tried to resist her for so long, and he watched her hungrily from behind as she finished rinsing. As soon as she wiped her hands dry, he grabbed her from the waist and carried her to the bedroom where he tumbled her onto the bed. ‘Ben? Are you okay?’ Carol’s concerned voice inquired. He didn’t reply and instead pinned her arms above her head and ravished her mouth. Thodi der bad vo fir see mere lund se khelne lagi mene kaha aaj medam ka kya irada he to usne kaha tunki khlai karne ka or mene use piche mod diya ise uski gand mere samen aa gayi badi moti gand ko dekh ke mera dir se khada ho gaya tha lund or me use kis kar me kaha ke muje gad marni he to vo mana marne lagi ke kabi nahi liya usme mene to mene kaha bada maja aayega to usne kaha ha use bhi gand marva ni he lekin dar lagta he to mene kaha oil ki sisi leke uspe laga ne laga or aapne lund pe bhi. I felt something was wrong with letting him hit her like that but it stirred something deep inside of me and caused me to anticipate each slap as much as she did. I wanted to pull my hard cock out and shamelessly stroke it, but I had convinced her that this was for her and not me. What I saw and heard that night could provide a lifetime of stroke material. It seemed like both forever and way too soon before his body tightened up, and he started a low guttural moan. He started slamming harder.