I turned and switched the places, so the rickshaw guy was leaning against the counter. I squatted down and looked up at him. He was looking down on me...anxiously, waiting for me to do what he knew I was going to do. So I did and started licking his banana with my tongue out as much as I can.I knew his friend was getting excited looking at my performance, and that I was driving me hornier. I started sucking rickshaw guy like a hungry slut while stroking his balls with one hand and slowly stroking. We talked pleasantly until the food arrived and I found I was already missing Emma and Hanna. I knew they’d be back in a couple of weeks, but I still wished they could be here for the holidays.“Hanna, when do you have to head out to Stamford?” I asked.“Tuesday after work,” she said. “I won’t be back until the 19th though, so you’d better have made some progress or I’ll kick your ass when I get back.”I chuckled. “Yes, Ma’am,” I promised, thinking that I’d like to surprise her a little.We chatted. Memory is:HIGHLY mutable, rather than being analogous to facts stored permanently on a hard disk.HIGHLY redundant, so gaps can be filled in, often very 'creatively'. Somewhat similar to Error Correcting in computers/communications, but highly dependent on the emotions associated with the gap.HIGHLY multi-layered, similar to there being indexes, indexes of indexes, meta-indexes, etc.HIGHLY associative, in other words, it has some very weird indexes.Very importantly, HIGHLY meta-level. I said ok and she went off. But i want her badly my sexual urge towards her increasing daily.I decided to go to her hometown and i went to her place and ranged her calling bell. She was surprised to c me. No one is in the house, she said everybody will cme tmrw. Then devil inside me wake up. She was in white saree and blue blouse. I said something at ur back mam, nt she can’t reach that place by her hand. So i immediately touched her shoulder without her permission. I massaged her shoulder and.