Per itna ahi ki mast tha. hum mile aur wo mujhe apni caar mein baitha ke legayin jis jaagh wo chhatai thin,wo ghar jaisa hi tha bus usmein koi rehta n...ahi tha.unhonein kaha ki kuch chhiye ki nhai…….??maine kaha-‘kich nahi chhiye”,unhonein kaha ki”beech mein kuch milega nahi”maine kaha thik hai…..unhonein poocha ki pehle kuch kiya hai ??……..maine kaha nahi mera 1st time hai.to unhonien kaha accha thik hai……..apna kaam chalu kartein hain. unki black saari mien wo mast lag rahi thin…..unhonein. Release. Release everything. Everything you’ve held back. You are safe. I've got you." And I do, and you do too. A cathartic tidal wave of orgasmic squirt, wetting everything beneath you. Palpable emotion, from letting me in, present in every breath. One wave crashes as the next crescendos. Like a surfer's perfect set, your cries become a harmonious rhythm with your most intimate self. It seems as though it may never end, and we both wonder if it should. But the tide does subside, just enough,. The door closed behind him and the sound of him brutishly emptying drawers and cupboards permeated the thin walls. I grimaced as I heard the sound of something breaking. I’ll be honest, I found this whole situation terrifying. Eric and I had been childhood sweethearts I guess, and he’d always been a bit of a ‘bad boy’. That was part of his attraction as I’m sure you can understand. He’d dealt drugs for a few years on my college campus and my parents had loathed him, which only added to his. . I thought, before quickly cursing myself. I was not about to let myself get jealous about Adam showing affection for our sister. That was just plain stupid. The second day out in London went as well as the first, it was so nice spending time with Adam (and Cass and Larissa) and the museum was really cool too. We grabbed some chips for lunch before spending a few hours shopping on the streets of London again. Adam was really patient. I knew he did not particularly enjoy shopping but he went.