Mere pure badan me aag lag gai. Fir usane apane ungaliyo ko meri bur par rakha our ragadane laga. Mane kas kar apane daant bhinch liye. O ahiste meri ...ur our gand ki ched ko sahlata raha. Fir usane ek ungali meri chut me dal di. Main kanp gai. Wo ruk gaya. Fir thodi der baad usane harkat karani shuru kar di. Meri sanse tej ho rahi thi. Tabhi usane ungali nikal di our mere se chipak gaya. Wo kamar ke niche nanga tha. Jase hi uska garam land meri gand se takara mai fir kanp gayee. Wo fir thodi. Oh, my sweet BOY.”Her mouth was on mine again, working in loving softness as she hugged me decisively while flattening her breasts on my chest and grinding her pubic bone against mine. Nibbling on my earlobe she uttered, “I’m going to give you the thrill that was interrupted by our impetuous coupling on the patio ... when you prodded me to ride you.”Her words seemed obsessive. “I’m going take your cock in my mouth and suck you ‘til you fill it with your seed.” Shuddering she hugged me with such. She had met Carl almost twenty years ago and for all that time he had been fucking her. And in all that time she had only had three orgasms. But none from him. He had fucked her body and her mind and her spirit. She hated him, she loved him, and was scared to death of him, but would never leave him. Then she began to cry.I went over and sat next to her to comfort her, but there were no tears. I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her. She snuggled in and I rubbed her back a bit and then. " I doubt it," she said.I looked at her in surprise."We're a dying breed, Nicky. Singers like you and me and Mario and all. Sort of like the castrati back a couple hundred years ago, except without the surgery." From the 17th to the early 19th centuries women were barred from public performances in many places, so they created sopranos by the rather cruel method of gelding young boys whose voices showed promise. The few who made it—most didn't and spent their lives as pointless eunuchs—were.