“Yes, I know about that.”“I bet you masturbate. I just have this feeling you do. You get good feelings, but you wonder what the real thing is li...ke.”He was definitely in very personal territory now. She surely had plenty of reason to get up and leave -- but she didn’t want to. As for what he said, he was right. Very right.Mr. Burns lowered his voice. “If you wanted to some time, I’d be happy to show you how it’s done. I know how to make it good for a girl.”Sam looked at him with wide eyes, then. Gradually through the day I got flashes of other images, from the dream… Like an amnesiac slowly beginning to remember, realize and understand. I’m not sure that I can remember exactly what order I got the images, or where most of them were in the dream… A lot of it was vague, fuzzy edged… Like a TV fade out flashback moment. Most of them I wasn’t actually in… It was dreamtime, I the silent amorphous observer, unable to act or react based on anything that I saw. She and her boyfriend (this guy. " A few moments later. I opened the door to find Liz sitting on the side of the tub with her little pink razor in her trembling hand. Liz had always done an amazing job at shaving. I had never once in my entire life seen her with a hint of stubble on her legs and under her arms, and it was clear that she was frustrated with her inability to shave herself properly. Most of her leg was still coated in shaving cream. "I didn't think it would be that hard," she said, dejectedly, with a cute little. So coming now to the story, after that steamy car sex on Diwali night we had sex many times, but our relationship went through a lull, where first I had to tour many parts of India for my work purpose and when I was home she was frequenting between her native or being a good wife to her husband and touring with him our only way of contact was whatsapping one another and she had turned kinky in the meanwhile. She used to send me pictures of her cleavage taken in t shirts or tank tops.She rarely.