tiger could even exist. Wet by orgasms. I still couldn't understand the unbounded desire of those girls, they claimed, they didn't need his money but only his lower pride which was man's prid

ivate his certain rigid bodily emotions. I thought his blood flow was being stuck from the brain to heart then to his man's pride which was secretive to everyone. As a friend of his soul, I tried everything for my beloved God gifted, precious friend, only luck of prayers could be the reasons behind our blind faith to each other but still I failed. For hours after hours, he spent his quality wisdom with them, tried his hardest to understand what they wanted without any sexual desires or money from him, or novels of love but alas, not any single one could made him understand. They showed him their naked ass, breasts or even full body as a father of another mother, for consultations of any surgical corrections but nothing happened to his historical man's pride. They tried to accidentally fell on him, naked hugs on drunkenness and various everyday new fan acts. Nevertheless, he was same as always to them. I was like drowning into his oceans of orgasm, so I needed an excuse to breath. What I had learned from him was, patience to find out a way to run, replacement of sexual need with past remorse, love with disappointments and anxiety with confidence. After doing so, I felt sad for him. It seemed all of his life was a beautiful creation that could be followed by any decent human who needed harmony, peace and frigid life. Never seen his greed towards anything. As if everything came to him by his whistles. When I was started to disappointed by the reality then I had known about his secret desired affair. He was deeply in love with his cousin who didn't even like him. His peaceful response to everything was her most disappointing thing. She love a man like lion who always shouted out loud about his prudishness with confidence, proud about