She craved for it. What difference does one handshake make?Hasna held his hand. He shook her hand once and while doing so, he ran his thumb fingertip ...over the space between her thumb and fingers. It was turning her on already.“Ahh,” she moaned lightly as she pulled her hand back. But he was holding it, not letting go.“What are you doing, Rohan? There are people all over here! Let go,” Hasna said almost silently, getting her face close to his left ear. He immediately let go.“Sorry, Hasna,” he. Puffing and panting I scratched again, unable to control my feelings, my body responded again, and I threw myself around my bed as I climaxed hard again. Then without any assistance, I felt the third orgasm quickly follow the second. I was getting into a different kind of state that I had never felt before. A final scratch and I went right over the edge, then as I orgasmed again, I rolled over and promptly fell off my bed.While I was still highly aroused I knew that reality had set back in. I. Then I thought about Jim, and for the first time realized how much I wanted him. I was torn. To which one of them should I give my virginity? Dave was the one I had always dreamed would take my cherry, but Jim was the man I was in love with now.I was dealing with this the night Jim talked about in his story when he said that he sensed that something was wrong and that I kept wandering away from him at the party. I was trying to make a decision. Should I have sex with Jim, the man I was in love. Made up some silly excuse and we had to run away. What do you say to that?”She considered this, and assumed a conciliatory expression.“Yes, I know we like strong, sexy, domineering women. Is that because their voices are louder than yours? They silence you with their authority? They make you go weak as a kitten, have us quivering with lust, desperate to sink to our knees and beg to be used?”Her eyes widened and she smiled wickedly at the thought.“Now don’t you get carried away. Come back here,.