He brought it to the table."The Text," he said.I came over. He opened the box and took out a book. I pulled a chair out and sat down in front of it.Th... paper was yellowed and fragile. I carefully opened up the cover. The first page said, "The Log of Alexander Thurman". It was dated just over 200 years ago."Thank you!" I said enthusiastically. Here would be the answers to many of my questions."Would you like some food or drink, sir?" he asked."No, thanks." I probably should be hungry, but I. Her pelvis thrusts forward burying my twin fingers deep inside her, her muscles squeezing in on them, soft flesh gripping me and pulling me deeper, holding me prisoner inside her. I am fixed, an object, inanimate, a thing for her to pleasure herself with, nothing more.She entangles her hand in my hair; drags my head away from her, leaves me panting and breathless before her as she drives her pussy firmly down onto my trapped fingers. Her face a sweat-sheened vision before me, her breasts. I held her by her waist and took her inside the hall.Prema was Maharashtrian lady of around 32 years of age and 5.1 tall. She was slim and unlike my aunt, she had small boobs (32) and a small ass. But she was a very fit woman and always dressed in the Maharashtrian nine-yard sari.She had a special place in my mind as she was the one to whom I had lost my virginity to, three years back. She had taught me quite a lot about sex and I have enjoyed a lot with her.I asked her to lie down on the. . I don't think I'm through drinking tonight!" I see," I said walking up to her very close. "Your plan is to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" I don't need to get you drunk, William! I can tell by the look in your eyes since I walked into Fowler's, that you wanted me? The only question I have is 'Is this a fling or is it going to be the 'Real Deal?'"The silence added to the sexual tension that was quickly filling the room."Mary, do you want to open this bottle in here, or in the bedroom?".