Janis used her knee to move him over a little, Nathan helping her a little bit. Janis hovered her pussy over his dick and looked at his face, thinking...he was still asleep, "here goes nothing," she said to herself. She grabbed his dick and lowered her pussy towards it.Nathan felt her pubic hair tickle the head of his dick as she lowered her hips. When he felt the head of his dick begin to enter her hot entrance, he groaned loudly, wanting to lift his hips up and slam into her hard. Janis moved. Just too much. She couldn’t keep anything in now. Tears welled up in her eyes and butterflies danced in her heart. She giggled hysterically, cried like a child and her face was a three-way tug-of-war between confusion, terror and utter untainted joy. She was back. She was free. She WAS. And it scared the shit out of her. She stayed in bed, fearing to stand up, not knowing if there was anyone around her to help her if she fell. Instead she studied the sparse room. Four neutral white walls, her. “Oh, it’s always good to talk about what’s troubling you,” he said, “it helps stop it becoming so all-consuming that it consumes you son. So how about you telling me what’s consuming you?”“Everything and nothing, I suppose,” I said.“Son,” he said, “if you’re expecting me to come out with scintillating words of wisdom and comfort, you might have to be a little more precise than that.”“Well,” I said, thinking hard, “there’s school, work, Kathy, Cal and now the DVD and the police. I just don’t. Sahavabik. Eto brsityte keu ashar kothao na. Kintu amar unak na dekhle ghoom hoto na. Dekhi, madam 1ta white colrer shari porechen r black colorer 1ta sleeveless blouse. Ei prothom unak sleeveless blouse-e dekhlam. Sleeveless blouse porar karone unar forsha forsha manshol haatguli dekha jacche. Ki je sexy lagchilo unak bole bojahno jabe na. Ami as usual porte boshlam. Aj jehetu keu nei tai ami tabler nich diye majhe majhe porar fake fake amar khara dhonta haat diye kochlacchilam. Amar dhontai.