I had one hand pressed between my thighs, applying pressure to my pussy slit. I was so turned on that I gave thought to rushing back to my room for a ...uch-needed masturbation session‘No, I won’t until I’ve another pee of my own in the Kitty Litter,’ I told myself.A sound of approaching footfalls from around the corner jerked me from my ponderings. It was another jogger but not one of my fellow students but rather one of the teachers, a most attractive woman with a firm and wonderful butt!She. " I was a bit delirious now, dripping withsweat as he kept pushing in and out of my well-lubed hole, my hips inhis large hands as he kept pumping into me. He kept fucking my ass, hardand deep, and I couldn't help but orgasming again, spurting out what Ihad left as he relentlessly kept on pounding me.Jeri then lifted my hips up and started to really slam into me - deeper,faster and shorter strokes. I started a constant moaning, a high-pitchedsqueal and pushed back on each stroke, knowing that he. They are 'diksha', 'herbal treatment' and 'jagya'. Zeenat has to stay here for five days at a stretch to complete the diksha and the herbal treatment starting from a full moon night. If I feel that is enough to attain the goal, she might leave on the sixth day, but if a 'jagya' is required depending on her case, she would have to stay for another two days making it 7 continuous days. She has to abide by my ashram rules, which my disciple will tell her. Zeenat was listening to his mesmeric. As a young man in my mid twenties, I treasured the physical passion. As the years have passed today being in the mid thirties, I have come to value the true meaning of passion – sharing a lifetime of experiences with a mate. I still, however, remember those wild days of youth with satisfaction and once in awhile yearn for those women to come back into my life again. There was one brief encounter that will never escape my memory. I was a young and impressionable nineteen-year-old when I spent a.