This is when things got interesting. It was one fine Sunday morning that my doorbell rang and I opened the door with my sleepy, still half-closed eyes...when I saw her standing there. Right there, in front of me in a fucking green lehenga choli. Don’t look at her navel, damn it!Her waist might have gotten a little bit folded, but don’t look at it. (Don’t ask me how I know that her waist has got a skin fold even though I haven’t looked at it). It was my chance to create an impression and I didn’t. Tanya toured the nooks and crannies of my hole.I trembled more."Please..."I panted pushing against her hand.My asshole was winking."Fuck it." she ordered as she stuck the vibe inside.To my utter horror, I did.And so began the mantra towards cumming..."Fuck...fuck...fuck me..." “No bitch.You are fucking yourself for me...and I'm enjoying it." As my hips rotated against her wrist, she pulled the vibe out of my pussy, put it againstmy clit again, and then stuck her finger in my juicy. “I’ve tried writing happier songs. I just end up throwing them out.”“Well, maybe you should give them to me instead, because I need something to hang on to.”She smiled sadly. “I’m struggling too, Matt, believe me. We’re in this together, even though I know it’s much worse for you because it’s your thing.”“My thing? Why not our thing?”She caressed my hand. “You know why.”“I don’t, not right now.”She took a long breath. “Because I’ve never been a part of it, except for a couple of days, once.”I. I make her wait just a few more seconds longer as she sits there arched almost naked chained as an sacrifice to me. I move in and clasp her exposed throat tight under her jaw bone; I feel her tense and quiver suddenly. I keep my movements slow and purposeful, savouring her every reaction. With my free hand I undo the buttons of her jacket and it falls open. I touch the dangling chain and press it into her soft skin. She holds her breath in anticipation. My hand follows the chain down over her.