" Language, even as florid as that, is so inadequate. I felt Elaine's/my hand clutch the sheets; I felt my tongue flick her/my nipple; I felt my thumb... caress her/my clit (my clit?). I felt our minds begin to shatter as I/we soared away.Her orgasm gave her no warning - her reaction gave me just enough. If you could concentrate really hard in the white-hot glare of intensly broadcast imagery, feeling, and emotion, you could block it out. The effort was almost as draining as what you were trying. Hema: No. You never messaged me, so I didn’t want to disturb you.Me: What? I messaged you a few times and you never replied back, but you say this now.Hema: sorry da, I was busy with work. Now I have left the job and I am home.Me: Why? What happened?Hema: Nothing, leave it.I requested her that if I can call. She agreed and then after a few conversations, she opened up saying her husband is jealous of her and doesn’t want her to be speaking to male colleagues. I tried to console her. After a. After giving her a second to come down from her bliss, I said, “Alright, my turn,” and all but threw her off of me, spun her around, then positioned myself behind her, ready to enter her hot, sopping box. With reckless abandon, I thrust into her like a sword fighter moving in for the kill. I pounded her like a prize fighter in the tenth round of a heavyweight match. After about two minutes of assaulting her pussy, I slowed down, rubbing her clit while gliding in and out of her tight snatch.I. The beauty of this location was the heavy vegetation. A person could go there and have relative privacy and at the same time someone could be watching from the bushes without being seen and I had every intention of watching. She still wasn’t sure of how to approach him but I knew she’d figure it out so I reminded her about the condoms in her purse and I headed out to be near the start of the trail so I could watch and see if he was interested and then rush ahead to get into a hiding place. I.