Every action from her seemed sexy, the way she moved her hands to move the hair that was blocking her eyes, the way she was looking at me, the way she...crossed her legs. I was taking it all in to be stored for later masturbation.Mr menon who had been quite for some time suddenly said to his wife “kutti, you are making him uncomfortable why don’t you make him comfortable, release his tension.” As if on cue, her hands moved to my pants zipper and undid it. she pulled out my penis and started. I'm perfectly fine." She let loose a honking sneeze.Out came a Kleenex. From another pocket she pulled a couple of bottles of cold medicine. Squinting to read the instructions on the sides, she poured several pills into her hand and downed them with a glass of water.On her way back to the living room, she stopped short. Sitting on a side counter, almost hidden by several now- empty cereal bowls, was a huge bottle of what looked like... she opened the lid and sniffed -- nothing, too stuffed up.. " She left the room, calling out that Kalliste was going to tell another story."Nobody seemed to care for the last one," Kalliste said as people filed into the common room."I should hope not," Cheryl replied. "I thought the story of Theseus and Ariadne would be a great romantic story. But it ended so sadly." She glanced out the front windows where the last of the crowd from Wrigley Field were braving the chilly gusts of the early evening. "I was accosted by a pair of Jesus Freaks when I was. You know your words.” The tone in your voice is one that reminds me to be brave, if you were worried I couldn’t take it you would ask me what my words were, expect me to repeat them back. You know me so well that way. I can take it and more to the point I fucking need it. I take a deep breath, your cock still stretching my hole open, and melt into the hurt, telling you with my body that I’m ready. “Good girl.” The next thrust comes down violently, followed quickly by four more of the same, each.