I guess I didn’t want to be super confident.”“So....are you gonna make a move or...?” You roll over to her side and kiss her. You’re now ful...y on top of her and you press your body down on her. You mimic the motions of fucking her and you can tell she’s loving it by her moans.“Now that’s what I was waiting for. I love having your strong body press down on me. I looooove having a strong man take control.”“Of course you do, you little slut.”“Mhm. Keep calling me that. I’m a slutty a girl, aren’t. From there we drifted into a recitation of childhood memories. Sharon was quite excited by the talk, and her enthusiasm was infectious.The hour got late. I stood up to go pee, as an excuse to unroll my sleeping bag at an angle to the fire. I had a blanket and a quilt as well, which would settle over me like parachutes. I also had a pillow, which declared my head would be facing the heat. Then I did go to pee and brush my teeth.When I returned, my sleeping bag was totally unzipped, indeed. Ha, funny, is that all you got? Really? You sit there maintaining accounts that pay you far too well that I helped secure and then have the nerve to criticize the way I closed the deal? Fuck you, Tilman! All I could think about at that point was strangling Tilman and, wait a minute, did he say Steven Winters? Good Lord, if I could land, err, I mean if we could land Winters we'd be set! Oh, who am I k**ding, I'd be set as Mrs. Steven Winters and the million other women who wanted the same. (and looked in her eyes)Aaesha: Don’t get greedy, Mr.Me: Is it a yes or a no?She was staring silently into my eyes. I pulled her holding her hips and made her stand close so that her legs were between my legs.Aaesha: What are you doing?I was silent, moved her saree slightly, and was staring at her navel. I pointed my finger at her navel.Aaesha: (she understood what was going to happen) No, Raja, stop it, don’t do it.I slowly moved my finger, touched her belly, moved my finger, and started.