’ I was confused. I was the one smitten with his beauty, his soul, his knowledge and love of all things that grow, and here he was professing the ex...ct same things I thought about him. ‘It is you Albert, who is the philosopher, no, the poet. Your words are too kind. Your touch too gentle. I need to find my own words but I’m at a loss for what to say.’ ‘You don’t need to say anything. I hear your words when I look in your eyes.’ In retrospect, our words may have seemed a bit childish, but they. She decided to go on and take a Masters degree. At the same time, just for fun, she started an elective paper – Women’s Studies.A different kind of literature took the place of management, economics, statistics and tax law. Femininist books and papers by Steinem, Greer, Goldman and others more extreme began to litter the house. I looked at some of them in passing and blanched at the hatred of the male of the species that filled their pages. Then, after attending a compulsory course on campus,. But the pain she felt as he clutched her was next to nothing compared to the pleasure she was receiving. She could feel the physical joy spreading in concentric circles, like ripples in a still pond interrupted by a tossed pebble.The pleasure did not stop spreading in that manner until it filled her entire body, all the way to her finger tips and her toes. She was gripping at the bedspread with her long red fingernails so hard that all of her knuckles had turned white. Her toes were curled. "Ohhh Jakoda, I'm coming," Jasper panted as he shot load after load of his precious seed down Jakoda's throat, making her gag slightly. After she sucked every drop of cum of out his cock, Jakoda kissed Jasper firmly wrapping her legs around his waist, making his still hard cock rub her slit through her sheer panties. "I want you inside of me Jasper," She whispered into his ear, much to Jaspers delight. He slid her Panties to the side, as he softly rubbed his cock against her hearing her moan..