Your heart is kind, and you are rather handsome. A treasure.” With that the hood fell, along with it the black hair of a woman. As it fell to her wa...st, it changed from black to blonde, her robe to white. “I have waited to see you falter, yet lust not you do. I give you my heart, your life. It is yours. I long for you.” I sat speechless. The rider was a beautiful maiden of my age, seemingly timeless. At that she stood and walked to me, her hips swaying under the long robe, it opening more at. All I know is how much it means to me to see her, to spend time with her, to interact and feel the potency in my lifeblood as we talk. And we have another dinner, and we have another conversation: she is well, something frustrating happened at her job recently, her sister is pregnant and coming into town with her husband for a joyous visit. I look at her when she says the word ‘pregnant.’ I almost hold my breath, listening for embarrassment, for any tremor accompanying the concept as she is. Wayne sat on the floor resting his back against the wall watching, turned on by the rise and fall of Terry’s buttocks as he drove into Janice’s limp body.Soon after Terry had finished with Janice three more men arrived, all work colleagues of Janice and Wayne. They quickly stripped and started make use of all Janice’s holes, her mouth, anus and cunt.Still naked Terry sat on the floor beside Wayne.Wayne rested a hand on Terry’s knee then ran his hand up his thigh until it found Terry’s dick. He. In the night I called her and said sorry. But she didn’t say anything.The next day I saw her in the morning, I asked her so many things but she didn’t say anything. I was in a position like mad and told her if you don’t like me wear a red saree tomorrow and I will not disturb you anymore and if like me wear a green saree.Please its my request. I said. Later I didn’t go with her in the evening. She too didn’t look for me. Her face was cloudy. I was sure that she will wear red saree. But to my.