I placed the book on an old coffee table and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate and find a pen. I would need to write it all d...own if I wanted to be able to read it again. Now at least I understood that Mike had never read it. He wouldn’t have the time or energy to do a complicated task of code breaking, no matter how interested in my life before him. I returned with a mug of hot chocolate, can of soda and plate of sandwiches with their crusts cut off, exactly as I liked. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band as well so that was definitely a plus. We got to talking about places we had traveled to as well. She had also been to Anchorage before and that further cemented something to talk about. Time went by and before. Sir mujhe peechhe se dekh rahe the toh maine apni spaghetti upar karli boobs ke base tak. Half of my back was on display now.I was not able to control. Ab bhi agar kuchh nahi hua toh bus nangi hona bacha tha. Tabhi wo uthe aur meri kamar pe hath ferte hue bole, ”Any doubt?” I got an electric shock in my body as he caressed my back and moved his hand up and down. I made up something and asked a doubt. His hand moved from back to front on my navel as he started explaining me the problem.Then he. It’s not. It’s me, screaming my release now! Begging b**st, pleading with him. To stop. To never stop. My body is racked with both tension and release. And still he continues … I can’t take any more … I can’t live without more … I need more … I’ll come apart at the seam if he doesn’t stop … no, never stop this feeling! But I collapse. No matter what my mind might want or not want during each split second of comprehension, my body finally gave up. b**st backed away and watched as my body just.