Who are you? What is your story? Will I ever know? Do I really care? I have here and now, and here and now is wonderful. I pull her close and kiss her...for as long as my breath carries me. The curve of her back and mound of her buttocks feels warm and welcoming in my hands. She clings to my intentions and neck, squeezes her body against me and her promises against my desires. The room is white, all white. Ivory hue paint over dark wood, porcelain figurines on white shelves, pale, pale yellow. At some point i resisted him which made him more wild with rage , somehow he came to know that i was alone at home most of the time and then one day i was at my house wearing just a short skirt and nothing inside i heard the bell ring and opened to see netrapal at the door looking at his eyes i knew he was high on dope and was shocked initially , looking at me in my short skirt i think he was already mad in his thoughts ,He just said that he came by and wanted to drink some water i just nodded. No. Please don’t leave me, I need you so badly. Please, no.’ Very gently her rolled her from his body and kissed her forehead, wiping a tear from her face as he looked deep into her eyes. ‘I wont be gone long Darling. I’ll be back with you before you know it. Sleep now my precious love, sleep and rest easy knowing that I will love you, now and forever.’ He kissed her right eyelid, and then her left, the image of him fading as sleep came to claim her. Nine months later to the day, Emma lay. I felt her bra and it was tight. The softness that was lying under that cloth was to be felt and slowly started to press her breasts through the bra.She was enjoying this the most and I was already hard. But I can’t tell her to touch mine as people will see that. I tried to put out the nipple from her bra and I succeeded. By now I was slowly rubbing her nipples and she was in pleasure and was about to moan. I stopped her as people will see her moan.I stopped for a bit and again started to.