A month down the line, we were talking regularly during our meet. I never shared my phone number with him, which is obvious, but I surely see myself l...ooking forward to talking to him. The guy Pranesh was attractive sure, but I never thought he would have his guts to propose a married woman who has a kid.One day I was wearing my sleeveless salwar suit and he complimented me saying “wow.. you’re dressed to kill today” and gave that smile (non-fake for sure), and I have to say I kind of fell for. But you could have just texted.”“I don’t have your number,” Theodore responded as Dillon stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The usually stoic boy seemed a bundle of nerves, clinging tightly to his cell phone. Grabbing it out of his hand, Dillon watched him in very much the same way as Suki had looked at him when he first entered her dorm room as he punched in his number.“Facebook?” Dillon asked, insinuating it should have been obvious as he chucked Theodore back his phone. But another blank. Monday afternoon goes on into the evening. They reach the point that both are so aroused and have explored so much. Jessica, on her back, her legs raised, her cunt dripping, ready to welcome Roger in for the first time.Roger is between her legs, hard as a rock. His glans is running up and down her slit getting wet to press into her. And the moment arrives, Jessica moans as Roger breaks into her. It feels like her secret waterfall has been released at last.Roger's cock head enters this inner. Kings and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in life. Strife will be a forgotten memory. We are creating Utopia.” I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a true believer. A zealot. “All ruled by the Great Khan.” I could read his emotion without the neural connection. He was elated by the prospect.“Who is behind all this?”“You.” He looked directly at me. “Of course.”“Me? Don’t be absurd. I am NOT behind all this.” I accessed all of his thoughts, he.