Ajay mujhe jorse jhatke deke chodane lage unka lund meri chut me ghum raha tha wo mujhe jor jorse jhatke de ke chod rahe theMera dard chala gaya mujhe...bhi maza ane lagi Ajay chodo josre chodo ,ye sun ke wo bahot excite hue aur tezi se chodane lage karib adhe ghante tak muje chodne ke bad wo jhade aur meri sari chut inke virya se bhar gayiWo nichu aye aur mujhe bahome leke bole kaisa maza aya me kaha bahot Ab to roz hum aise hi maza karenge Hum ek dusare ki bahome kuch time pade rahe Kuch samay. " She whispered."Ayeka..." Tenchi attempted, knowing the limits to his control were already outstripped."I know!" She sighed, sliding closer, "I know." But couldn't we? Just pretend, for awhile?"Tenchi sighed watching her tremble, was she so blind?"Why pretend?" He asked startling her by drawer her close, gazing deep and unashamed into her eyes."I love you too!" He told her firmly.A delighted gasp escaped her, abandoning all restraint Ayeka threw her arms about him squeezing for dear life."Oh. This is not good news.’ Jealile whispered in reply with equal distress in her voice. ‘You lot, keep your heads down, and stick to the back of the formation when we’re inspected.’ Cheriphala said quickly and quietly as she turned back only briefly and indicated the Band of Misfits. The gates then opened up and finally we were allowed in and rode slowly through the double sets of gates. Straight on we rode to the centre of town and looked over the pleasant looking town, quaint buildings and. ”“The Hindus wrote a fair bit about sex, it’s called erotology, isn’t it?”I was impressed, “That’s right.” Quietly I added, “Very good!”“What does it say?”Then, for an instant I saw the genuine desire for knowledge in her eyes – as though she appreciated that I was treating her as an adult and as an equal.“It describes a type of woman called the ‘citrini’ or ‘picture woman.’ It tells of how she moves, how she sings and dances, how she is not overly tall or too short. Also that her body is.