The love and support that the readers, in general, have given me have been amazing. I thank all of you.I don’t want to give this illness one bit of ...redit for anything but it’s destructiveness in my life. I have learned there are levels of pain that I never knew or even dreamed existed. I learned how a disability changes the way people perceive you. I know what it is to be pushed past the point of giving up. A place where you pray to die and mean it. I have been humbled and humiliated. It’s. She: Then why do you ask way to main roadMe: Then I asked where can I park my carShe : she said let me park my car inThen I understood where I have to park my car, after parking I did not understand what to do. She came out and said come in. Before entering so many things hunting my thoughts, if she is mistress, if she hurts me, if she call media, is I’m ruining my life? So many things going around, finally she asked my name and about me.I introduced myself, she was surprised after knowing. She turned the music up, moved her head around and made funny facial expressions. It was crazy! As we walked down the street, people stopped and turned their heads. It was clear to them that Shanice and I make a nice couple. I took Shanice to her favorite restaurant, Gramercy Tavern. We sat at a table by the window and I think we both were still a bit anxious. We had red wine, which took the edge off and helped ease the anxiety. Things progressed smoothly after we tasted the wine. We ordered. I looked down, watching Vidya suck on my hard meat. I could feel her wet saliva all over the shaft. I was meeting her bobbing head with my own small thrusts, rocking my hips back and forth. "I am going to come," I moaned... She moved her hand from my back, and brought it round to cup my balls, she started to massage my tight sac, her nails digging into the skin as she took hold. A wonderful feeling, which I cannot describe in words, was passing through all over the body and nerves. My nerves.