Click. And she wasn’t at all sure how she felt about that. Indian sex No sign that he’d heard her, but no further noises either. Nothing. Not wanting anything to interfere with the most wonderful experience of her life. She always wore a long-sleeved white blouse or a turtleneck decorated in a miniscule pattern. And though she cleaned and straightened her library as obsessively as her mother had ever cleaned the house, Theresa nevertheless felt dust settling onto her heart. She got up went out into the library and looked around again. There was some pain, yes, but soon Theresa felt a kind of glow beginning there, a warmth that began to spread across her behind…and then inward…and then, as the rhythm and intensity of his strokes began to build…downward, between her legs. Her behind suddenly felt huge to her in that position and she worried that the sight of it would repel him.
