Sometimes she did, but mostly she didn’t. This was not because of conscience, far less was it from embarrassment. It was because Ambrose firmly beli...eved that no one had proprietary rights over anyone else’s body. He had told her once, years ago when Em was making an early small confession, that he was a sexual Marxist. Proprietorship was outlawed. It was a concept she had come to accept without much delay. That night she didn’t tell him about Kawaii. One night, perhaps soon, she might. Instead. The young stud's pace had slowed from his early performances and now his long deep strokes were quickly forcing me to the bring of explosion. John, knowing my body better than even I do, took control of the situation and directed the bull to stop pumping and just grind against my ass with his cock fully inside me. That motion always feels like my personal pause button. I stay exactly at the same level of excitement for as long as my lover is grinding me. Still in control, John pulled my face. I got out of the bed, made my way to the bathroom, turned the water on, took a leak, and stepped into the shower. I lathered myself up from head to toe, stepped out of the flow from the shower head, and was enjoying the feel of the spray from the shower head, and the feeling my hands were causing as I bathed my genitals. It was funny how I could become aroused so quickly even after a night of sexual bliss, but aroused I was, and I was into the feeling of my hand sliding up and down on my soapy. Baba ma beriye gele ami bedroom e gelum ami ekta jinis pariskar upalabdhi korlam je amar asol baba khoobi akorsoniyo byakttitoChilen kintu ini sarbabishoye onar theke egiye amar khali mone hote laglo amar sharirer khideo ekmatro inie metate parben bhabte bhabte hastomoithun korte laglam prachur jal bar kore ghumiye porlam.Onek belay ghoom theke uthe lunch korlam.tarpari ma baba phire elen ma ke dekhe ami ascharjo hoye gelam silker sarir anchal to dure thak komorer kashitao thik kore bandha nei.