****I’d been studious in avoiding the bar, Shadows. I didn’t need whiskey, I needed a woman. So, since I didn’t have one I dreamed about having ...ne. Dreaming while not as good as whiskey in some respects allowed me to feel sorry for myself far more efficiently. And feeling sorry for one’s self was actually therapeutic as I’d discovered over these past years. Also, not being at the bar as much—I did still warm a seat there once or twice a week—I was minimizing the chance that I’d be easy prey. Damn, baby. Omigosh, you are all over my spot. I grab your neck tighter as I lift a leg on the side of the bathtub. You realize how aroused I’m getting and speed up your flow on my clit. I’m moaning loudly as you begin to rub my nipple between your thumb and index finger, almost pinching me. You know how much I love the pain, because it soon becomes pleasure. I’m in so much pleasure I begin squirting my juices against the shower wall. Still squirting, I feel my body crashing, my spine. You are beautiful. And I have to say that.Nisha: (Pincing my cheek) Thank You cute boy. Wait here , I will bring coffee for You.She went down and came back with a coffee for me.Nisha: Drink Coffee and I will take bath and come.She took a towel and went to the bathroom which was attached to her room and i was dumbstruck by what she said. After 10 minutes she came out wearing only towel. Her half boobs were visible and i can sense her ass shaking while she was walking. I could not take my eyes. I just hugged her and said, "For you to be happy." I'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to give a blowjob, so that's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to come down from the high. Now, I noticed my butt hurt like a motherfucker.So now I'd get occasional visits from Kennedy, she didn't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the.