She felt as if Mobu’s Great African Spirit had entered fully into her. She wanted to yell at all the world how wonderful she felt. She began to moan...as if she could feel her orgasm starting to approach.Mobu could tell she was close to her orgasm, so he held her by the waist and slowed down his pace of fucking her. He wanted her to have an orgasm but he also wanted it to be the most wonderful one she had ever had. Steadily he thrust into her, determined to impress her with his lovemaking and. Her hair was fairly wet and semi-tangled.I sat her up near the end-table where I had placed the two glasses. I sat down on the floor facing her and leaned in toward her. I slowly lowered her head to my shoulder and held it tightly with my right hand. I brushed my cheek up against hers and held her body with my left arm.After a couple of minutes, she had gathered her breath. She slowly raised her head off of my shoulder. There was a noticeable smile on her face. I handed her the glass and she. Although she avoided his glance, he felt no rejection, no sense of doubt, just a pang of his own heart for her carefully covered emotions.They came together tentatively in the dance and were parted after only a few seconds. Donne found that he lived for the moment when the music would bring them back together again, if only briefly. Her delicate beauty dazzled him.He wondered what on earth she saw in him.Other women had found his dark good looks attractive, he knew. And he had the air of a. .sob..sob" what?now?" sob..sob.. Yes..sob..sob" but its impossible!Just look outside.." Nav.. Come over or i will do something..sob..sob..." the line cut. So here i was gunning my bike through rain, wind and poodles of water at 1 am on a frigid december night. All of it was a soup and one that was going to scald me. The female of human species is not only dangerous but also delirious. "Give me a towel" I said with as much as chagrin as its possible to put in a whisper. Having let myself in.