Lower West Side. I've got a great view from my apartment. Do you know New York?"Cath shook her head. "What's it like?" Well, now you're asking," Garet... said with a smile.He launched into an enthusiastic account of a city that fascinated Cath. It certainly wasn't only skyscrapers and car chases and Central Park. There was so much to the city. The financial district where he worked. The park where he jogged every day when he could find the time. The very many and varied restaurants. The museums. Hearing that I look up at her face her eyes were close and Pooja was taking deep breaths and her heart beating fast as Pooja has come running from long distance and Pooja was breathless and looks bit restless and I hold her face in my hands and kiss her fore head and Pooja took a deep sigh again. Then went to kiss her eyes and her head again and then give her nice gentle massage and Pooja arch her back a bit while my lips run on her cheeks and kiss her from one end to another Pooja just hmmm a. . ." She was clearly confused and nervous."Shhh. . ., if you're quiet, they won't know. My k**s can sleep through anything."She knew he was right, but was this right? How could this be okay? What about Mrs. I? What if her parents found out what Mr. I was doing to their only daughter? Shes never done anything with boys, since shes not even allowed to have a boyfriend. This felt so wrong, but somehow felt so good at the same time. She sometimes wondered what it would be like with a real older. They wasted no time, Jessica placed the play spit down and both of them ripped off each others clothes and hit the bed like animals grabbing this part, licking that one and so on for what seemed like hours, but only lasted for about twenty minutes before Stacey jumped up, Hold girly, its time to get you on your spit Stacey said as she held the two piece of the play spit in her hand. Jessica was excited this is what she had come for and now she would get to play once again, Yes yes please lets.