.. sometimes, when he's hauling dope", she said."OK", I said. "I'll contact you in a few days when I get to Dallas", I told her. I invited her to spen... the night with me, but she declined, saying she'd probably gotten me in too deep already. "Don't worry", I told her. "I can take care of myself".We walked out into the parking lot, and I walked her to her car. I opened the door for her, and took her into my arms again, and kissed her deeply."Just like old times, right Danny? Me in trouble, and. On the other hand, Randy and Kay married right out of high school, had three kids, and lived happily ever after.That first experience isn’t necessarily an omen of the future.I was a good student in math and science. Rhonda was an artist. She was, in fact, a very good artist and it was her skill at design and art that kept her active in everything from decorating for the prom to editing the school newspaper. I loved to look at what she painted, even though I couldn’t tell her that the colors she. ..oh, how to put it? It wasn’t impersonal any more. It wasn’t just a quick release. I started getting interested in the process, you know, all the wet and sticky details.” I nodded, “Where you stop just aiming for the finish but start reveling in the process. Enjoying the feel of your body. Watching yourself. Jerking off in the mirror.” She nodded, “Yes, exactly. I started really feeling my little pussy for the first time, matching the feeling in my fingers with the feeling in my lap. It made. She wanted it to move how it takes as her pain had disappeared. Moving my hands to her abdomen and slipping her saree a bit down with hot navel and shiny oil skin. I was massaging her so well that maybe she didn’t notice her lowered saree or she was acting. The devil under her was was slowly waking up making her hot. I could sense the way she breathed. The hotness of blossoms trying to rip her blouse apart asking for some attention. She was laying down and under the dim evening light and saree.