God (or nature) has blessed many millions of maidens,pretty and otherwise, with truly beautiful bosoms.Of course, just as philosophers have devised th...e problem of evil tocounter the cosmological argument, insisting that our universe has manyfeatures--disease, mental illness, suffering, and death, for example,that mitigate against the theory that the universe is the product of anintelligent, let alone an omniscient and loving, God--critics of thenotion that breast design indicates an intelligent. In no time I am rock hard and totally ready. I love the feel of your mouth but I want to be inside of you and connected as only man and woman can. We move to the center of the hard oak table and I get between your legs to mount you. I feel your small tender hands on my waist as you urge me forward. You want this as much as I do. You are so wet that I slip all the way to the hilt in one long smooth motion. I hear you gasp as I fill you with my prick. I stay deep inside for a moment enjoying our. Thanking the same to be doing there, I stopped bothering any more.It was a Saturday night, I reached in time at the place told. It was a bungalow in one of the most popular residential part of the city. So did not found much trouble reaching there. I knocked the door but no response and pressed the bell but could not hear the sound. After waiting for 2 to 3 mins there the door opened. 5 feet size, bald, fair, sporty built, muscled man with brown eyes was standing in front of me. He greeted me. I stared at her as she rolled over facing away from me. I sat there in my bed, eyes wide, not having a clue what to do. I need to talk to someone. I can’t call john, he doesn’t even know I like her. How am I going to confess that I love her. There isn’t anyone here I can talk to. I couldn’t sleep, not here. I was very close to breaking into tears. I don’t want to cry here, not with her here now. I have to get out of here……I went to the only other place I knew, despite my better judgment. I.