The sweating young woman groaned and turned her head to kiss Dave once more and wiggle free of his incredible ability to keep humping no matter how ma...y times he had ejaculated. The fraternity president was not impressively well hung, but he was very durable, nearly tireless, and his handling of her breasts and nipples had been wonderful.He was a stud among studs, so Vixen decided after four or five trysts with him. "You've got to go," she said, squirming around in his arms, an action exciting. “The mouse does not come in my control.” “I can help you control the mouse,” I said with a smile. “Then please,” she said and led me to the room where the computer was placed. While making her sit on the chair, I stood behind her and taught her house to operate the system and move the mouse. As I did this I put my palm on hers and moved the mouse. And this sent a sensation inside me and my thing got up. Since I was standing on her back it naturally touched her back and she shivered for a while.. We were both looking forward to this evening for another session of sexual play to satisfy our appetites all over again. It seemed like the day would never end and every time Angie and I made eye contact while we worked, we knew what the other was thinking. Unfortunately, Angie finished work an hour before me, which only made my anticipation that much more unbearable. But, I managed to struggle through the last hour with the constant thought of what tonight's lovemaking would bring.After work I. Once the preacher, a holy man clad in saffron gown whose ashram is in the Himalayan foothills, spoke of my problem. I wondered how he could know my case history. Apparently what I am suffering from is the norm for young widows in India. He said that because Hindu religion prohibits widow remarriage sashtras allow widows to have discreet relationships with close members of the family. He said that narrow-minded men who dominate our society have not only not allowed women to make use of this.