We completed together, Emily Dickinson’s rest of lines,How dreary – to be – Somebody!How public – like a Frog –To tell one’s name – the ...livelong June –To an admiring Bog!So exchange of name was ruled out but she did blurted that she is a Mumbai girl, did schooling from Sofia , went out to US, Masters from Wharton, joined a company out there, but is now back.And some more notes were exchanged, boxes were ticked, I had a senior from IIM days who was associate at Wharton and she knew her. But no. That encouraged me to feed more of my cock into his butt until almost all of my shaft was disappearing into him and then reappearing with each stroke. I lent forward so that my hands came to rest on the ground on either side of Daniel and my stomach lay on his ass and lower back. I leaned my weight on one arm and reach back between his legs with the other. His cock had gone somewhat soft while I was fucking him but a few strokes of my hand had it headed back to full hardness.I began pounding. Yeah!Hours went by but something strange was happening. I kept thinking about the stuff in the bag that I put under my bed.Later that day I ate together with my parents and we talked some more about the party and that everyone enjoyed themselves. At one point my mom asked what I was gonna do with the doll. ‘Ehmmmm.. nothing. I just deflated it and gonna put it in the attic’ I said.Later that evening I went to my room changed into my PJ’s and got in bed. Normally I would watch some more tv. I’ll never forget Coach Hancock’s expression when I said, “Coach, I just don’t think there should be a game like this.” I became progressively more and more a pacifist.And what does all this have to do with my travels with Angie?Back to AngieWhen we visited the Four Corners Monument and photographed each other with our feet in four different states, I got a special permit to enter Navajo territory. I gave Angie the option of staying in camp, but she wanted to see the place when I told her the.