Those who simplify the niverse only reduce the expansion of its meaning.It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all....When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer. She found me to be gentle and polite and we started to have conversation with each other. She was basically from pune and was married to a Nagpur businessman. She came to attend marriage and was returning back to her home.Due to hurry and lack of time she came directly from marriage to bus without even carrying blanket. We exchanged all basics about each other and she got acquainted with me very soon. Describing her she was a marwari like me and very fair with proper assets to turn any guy. Her look told me that she wanted me to know that she was not shy, was not embarrassed, that she would do whatever I wanted her to do. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and put her hands on my ass and pulled me to her with each stroke. We fucked and we fucked, and we kept on fucking, and she kept on looking into my eyes, even though she was moaning and the look on her face had changed to something close to rapture. Finally her eyes closed as she reached that pinnacle of ecstasy and. ”Yea you had five or six years well I had double that plus it was more as I was already familiar with it so I went deeper into his and her physic.”“Brent not only were or are you smart, you are way out of my league.”“Ben I am not out of your league we are in the same league. I think you’re the best and I want you to be my best friend.” “Lets take it a day at a time shall we?” I said, “Sounds good to me as long as we take it Jean likes to put out, that is if your into that you might swing in.