Damn! that hurt, these jeans are anyways painful during a hardon and then this!“OUCH!! Udita!!”“shit, i am sorry Rohit. I can’t even stand up ...roperly. are you ok?”“ahh..not really. wait. let me get us up.”With that I held her by her waist and pushed my knees up, arranging her perfectly on me. Her nighty moving up and exposing her silky thighs. I moved myself up on my butts and not we were both in a sitting position her on top of me and our faces apart by inches again.With all this movement, my. For Carol it is a shame because she thinks that I’m “hot as hell”. Just a short overview of myself (even if I don’t want to, because I don’t like to show off…). Let’s go, I’ve got long dark hairs, green eyes, a quiet pale skin, pink lips. That was brief, maybe I should describe myself a bit more, just in case men are reading. Ok let’s do this, my weight: 45 Kg, my height: 1m65, I have got a pretty round bottom, and a small breast… (Now I feel confused, I am writing about my shames, writing is. This morning was no exception. You stir, slowly sliding your hand up and down my cock making him twitch. Still half asleep you look up at me, smile and then down at him. Quick as a flash you move your head down, down, engulfing him in one swift movement. That hot mouth clamping on my throbbing cock. I feel as if I'm sucking all the air out the room as I inhale, I raise my hips thrusting into your mouth.I fall back onto the bed; you let me slip from your mouth. You get up, move towards the. "So, how's your project going?" I whispered. "It's going fine. I just get so lost in this painting. The way de Kooning paints women is just ghastly but yet beautiful in its ugliness. It makes my heart feel like it is being ripped in 2 directions." she said. I looked at the painting trying desperately to see what Lindsay saw but all I got was something that looked like it was done by a three year old. The card next to the painting did little to shed any light on what I was missing, all it said.