Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. Haaaaa( pinch hardly rakesh ) by hearing those words I became mad and started pressing her boobs like anything.She is moaning were wildly . are akeesshhh .Intha baga chestunav enti ma ayana naku epudu ila cheyaledu .(you are doing this much great . My husband never does like this to me.) now started to lick her boobs for 5 min and sucking her boobs by changing one boob after one. She is shouting like anything I cant explain in my words.Then I came down and played with her navel for 3 min and. I went to one of the mirrors and checked my own progress, I have to admit it was almost laughable, I was beginning to think that I was simply destined to be that scrawny 90 pound weakling that people used to talk about. I glanced up as saw him watching me, I shrugged and went on with what I was doing. The showers were empty for a change and I took my time knowing I would have plenty of hot water to play with. I lathered up with soap and scrubbed away the daily dirt of both work and a.Read More