It was too much. He couldn’t take it.“Why are you doing this?” he asked.“I told you, I love ice cream.”“I mean me. Why did you bring me he...e?”“I asked you if you wanted ice cream too, and you said yes.” This time her tone didn’t sound quite so genuine.“You know what I mean,” he said.“I don’t know,” she said. That sounded uncomfortable.“I don’t want pity,” he said. It was his mantra.“I can’t help but feel some of that,” she said. “Nobody could look at your situation and avoid that.” The way she. She scrambled into her bed room and sat at her desk. She began drawing. The images of the girl and the hand of that held her unfolded ugly from crayon and pencil. She stopped crying as she drew. Her eyes were wide and dilated; focused and afraid. She drew and drew of nothing but of what she had just witnessed. Sticks was having a nightmare about his most loved. She was afraid and being hurt somewhere but he could not find her. He woke up with the sun lazily hanging over the horizon and the. Fir maine apni ungali daali to aur maja aaya main apni ungali andar bahar kar rahi thi meri ungali bilkul gili ho gayi thi. Par ab mera kahin bhi mann nhi lagta tha.ab main apni fucking karwana chahti thi kisi se par bahut dar lagta tha.ki kaise hoga kise kahun. Fir maine socha ki soniya se puchti hun ki wo kya chahti hai shayad wo bhi aisa hi chahti ho.main soniya se baat karne soniya ke ghar gayi to maine niche se aawaz lagai to uski aawaz aayi rubi uppar aajao main uppar wale rum mein hun. I let my hands fall to the top of her beautiful ass before she turned around and I got to watch it walk towards the bedroom.The next few minutes were filled with the most incredible sexual tension and anticipation I’ve known. Not knowing what Stacia was doing, not knowing how long I should wait and not wanting to mess the moment, I fiddled around in the refrigerator, adjusted the huge hard on in my pants and poured two large drinks. Fortunately, the exquisite torture was short-lived as I heard.