Cindy stood there naked. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a utilitarian ponytail."We have like ten minutes," she said. "Up for a blowjob and thr...ee questions?" Does that count as one of them?" Nope," She said and stepped into the shower. "Don't get my hair wet," she said, and sank to her knees. She didn't put her hands on my cock, instead she set them on my thighs to keep her balance in the slippery tub. She did use her mouth, though, putting just the tip of my cock into her mouth, teasing. Now, don’t forget to write it down.”“Of course dear.”Chapter 1: The DiseaseIt had been seven days after her eighteenth birthday that I decided it was time for Sydney to assume the roles of a proper woman. I had contacted the doctor, slipped the irritant into her dinner and waited. By midnight she had started moaning and put herself in the fetal position. Her mother had checked in on her and came to me letting me know that it was not time to act. I walked into her room, concern on my face.. Ab usne tadapte huye bol hi diya “Aur kitna tadpayega apni jaan ko….. Jaldi se apne apna land meri chut me dal kr ise faad de… Mita de iski pyas….Iski khujli ne mujhe saalo se tadpa kr rakha h.. Ab maine v der na karte huye uske pairo ko apne kandhe pr rakha aur ek hi jhatke me apna adha land uski chut me pel diya.Uski aankho me aansu aa gaye aur honth kaanpne lage.Uski chikhe mere hontho k bich dab kr reh gayi.Sirf ek aaahhhhhh ohhhhhhhh si nikli uske muh se.Dard se apne sir aur pairo ko idhar. What allowed connection across vast distances, what provided so much pleasure in bed, also eroded the ability to convincingly lie to a partner at times that seemed so crucial, making us all trapped by inconvenient truths.Mostly, we dealt with it plainly, growing and nurturing each other in mutual embarrassment, except with the worst aspects of our id popped up in terrible, unedited thoughts...We’ve only been together seven months, why do you have a say in my career?With that, the first gulf.