Janice had clearly lost her mind. “How are we lucky?”“Do you know how hard it is to find a Yin to your Yang, sexually speaking?” she asked. Lo...oking off into the middle distance, she added, “took me forever, and I knew exactly the Yin to Yang for. You two just fell into it like a pair of lotto winners.”“What are you even talking about, Janice? I didn’t fall into anything.”“O please. You like control and power. It’s a perversion of the concept, but let’s call it Yang. Bare with me. You like. I looked down shyly with a small smile.Now your turn to make me squirt I was sitting down exhausted and she was standing that her pussy was at my mouth length. She pulled her ghagra up and pulled my face in and covered me. I was in her saree Ghaghra and she pushed my head towards her pussy. She commanded lick it. I obeyed her and started licking, I licked her where I wanted myself to be licked and she was enjoying each and every moment she spread her legs and soon she was lying on the floor. The Politician of Peace. The Guide to Eroticism. The Risqué Poet most indeed without question.And I am Christine Elaine Harris. I am Venus.The Spiritual Poetess. The Romantic Psalmist.The Queen of Cuties. John Gallivan’s soul mate.The Head Goddess of his heart.The Divine Ruler of his soul.The Governess of his masculine spirit,And the Author of his manly brawn.We are here to poeticize this message of risqué love to you my dear.We love to sensually pleasure feminine beauties.We erotically bring. She wasn’t a virgin but then neither was he. Later that came up, Kathy told him about the one boy in her youth and how they had done it down by the river bank after a beach party one night. He told her about the three experiences he had in his own life, even the massage parlor experience that he really was mildly ashamed of. So they started out their lives together with no secrets, and he was sure of her being completely faithful to him. He certainly had been to her. It was more than a decade.