Sure, I can masturbate but when a woman tries to pleasure me I might die I said softly. How is that fair? The next day she delivered food to me again....Good morning, she said. How are you feeling today? Not dead yet, I said groggily. Good, she said with a different tone. She put the food on the side table next to the bed. She got on top of me and removed her glasses. What are you doing? I asked. She smiled, Call it, an experiment she whispered into my ear. Her lips pressed against my neck and. He had vomited on the floor. His wife tried to clean with some paper they had. On seeing this I got irritated, I woke him up to shout at him, but no luck. He was in fully unconscious state. His wife pleaded me for the inconvenience caused. She promised that it won’t continue anymore, saying this she pulled her husband to the window side seat & she sat next to me.In few minutes, I realized that I was quite rude so thought of saying sorry. But she was sleeping. I thought to convey in the morning,. Oh, in harmony we were, every movement like the progression of a favorite song. Our kisses on each other's chests interwoven with caresses both soft and firm, our sweat mingling as we slid against one another. When his lips touched my nipples it was as if someone had grabbed hold of me at my core and it was pleasurable beyond description....My head tilted back and I told it to the Gods.Our panting quickened. He reached between my legs, stroking my inner thighs, then tapped on my clitoris with. But I'd been living in a fantasy all night anyway, and I saw no reason to stop now.John, ever the gentleman, and perhaps as a clue that his mind was working in similar ways, picked me up and carried me across the threshold. Like we were married or something. My heart did a somersault, but that didn't stop me from planting a blistering kiss on his mouth. The beard was nice. Softer than it looked, I bet it would feel amazing between my thighs.He didn't even bother with the living room. Thank god..