“About 5 to 10 minutes normally” “Ok, might as well get back in the front and have a comfortable seat while we wait.” She suggested.“What yo... want us to go again? I asked.“Certainly! I am hoping that you last a bit longer next time!”*******************“This is something that will speed up my recovery!” I said, as we settled back into our seats in the front of the car. And with that I reached over with my left hand, slipped it through the gap between two buttons just below the waist of her dress. My throat has adjusted well to his size. I felt him tensing up and thought he would cum soon. A part of me wanted him to cum in mouth and satisfy him for the wonderful pleasures he gave me, the other part of me wanted him to plough my pussy again.The decision was taken out of my hands. He pulled out. I was disappointed. It seemed all the control I had was actually never mine. Seeing him disengage, Rekha went on her fours as if on cue. I was for once jealous of Rekha. Sumon placed himself behind. "But, perhaps you would join me for a drink?" And I'm blushing and smiling as I manage to stammer out a polite acceptance. Out of the station, on the sidewalk, the wind whips our breath away and we quit trying to talk, until you touch my arm and guide me through a door into a hole in the wall bar two blocks down. It's warm and smoky, and the music is a little too loud from the jukebox in the corner, but they have an old, portly bartender with a friendly wide smile who reminds me of my Uncle. "You began to confuse manliness with machismo. Your concept of what a man should be began to conflict with reality. I had told you countless times that a loud voice, a bragging tone and muscles were not the attributes that made a man a man. I also told you that violence was almost never the answer to a problem, but you considered me weak and timid. You had forgotten that a real man has no need to brag or put someone down. A real man has a sense of responsibility, a sense of obligation to his.