From his perspective, it hardly seemed much different than our oldroutine: up; ready for work; commute; work; lunch at desk or a quicktake-away; work;...commute; pick-up a grocery or two on the way home;prep dinner; greet spouse; continue prepping; dinner; clean-up; afterdinner walk in the 'hood; TV, Netflix, or reading; flirting; bedding;my fist repeatedly shoved up his ass; my cock and ball torture gettinghim increasingly willing to cum on my demand; my pleasure time; mypleasure time; my. The feel of boobs on my back was like heaven. I turned back and hugged her tight and wanted to give her a big kiss. She quickly moved away from me and sat on the steps which was inside her house. Now, I was giving her a good look. She was wearing a green color saree and a matching inner. The saree was partially covering her boobs or her tummy and her legs were wide open with naughty looks. I was so hot to stare anything but her boobs. With her naughty looks she called me closer to her and I. "Because I miss you, and I obviously need to pay to get your attention these days...", he says condescendingly. "Go Fuck Yourself John", she says as she goes to storm away and Glen eyes her marching past. "You ok?", he says. "Fine...Im fine", Amber says as she walks out the back desperate for some air, feeling claustrophobic, her corset not helping, as she fans herself with her hand and stands in the cold air.She sits out there on the steps for 5 minutes, then composes herself, reapplys her. .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored down there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we.