. Dheere dhere me usk nighty k anadar hath dal diya aur usk boobs daba raha tha.Aur wo moan kar rahi thi…Achanak se usne mere junior ko pakad liya a...r paint k upar se masalne lagi… Mene use jameen pe lita dia aur jaldi se ja k gate band kia aur usk night dress ko utar dia pura aur use kiss karne laga ..Uska badan garam ho chukka tha aur wo jor se moan kar rahi thi.. Me dar raha tha k kahin koi sun na le phr me use kiss karne laga aur nipple chusne laga 2wo pagal si hone lagi jse hi mene uski. That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones that revealed much Indian blood, walked away. " I was going to say your grandmother." Oh." Em looked around, then started waving excitedly. "Go back, go back, we missed it!" What? Where?" Just ... um, turn right here, we'll go around the back."They were in an old neighborhood on the other side of the bay, a mix of retail, apartments, and mostly-abandoned industrial buildings. The main drag had seen a pretty recent urban renewal effort, with a freshly-planted median and angled street parking and fashionably-faux-bricked crosswalks, but just. Because of her reasoning, the rose had come to mean so many things to the couple. It was first and foremost a symbol of the pureness of their loyalty and love to one another. On more than one occasion, it had become an apology for one of the many arguments that the couple had throughout their years together. Things weren’t always perfect and there were a lot of ups and downs, but a well placed rose at the right time seemed to jolt the two of them back to what was important: each other. They had.