.Ye baat us tym ki hai jb mai 12’th class me tha or un dino choot ki bot gandi lat lgi hui thi..Tbi ek din neha aunty ghr pe ayi or meri gandi nazar...un par padi us tym vo blue suit me thi joki bot tight tha or full fitting ka tha dekhte hi mera lund khada ho gya tha tbi mummy ne padai ki baat bol di ki ye aj kl padta likhta nhi hai neha ye voTabi aunty ne kha ki ap isko mere pass bejh dijiye mai ache se pdaa dugi vese bhi dopehar ke bad mai free hi rehti hu Tho mummy ne mujse kha tu padega. Best, “TouchOfGray”**To: TouchOfGray From: A.M. Subject: Erotic PainDear T.,I’m having a difficult time grasping all of this. Can it really be true? You’re really, truly not him? How can this be? How can you have written these stories and not be him? I think I find it harder to comprehend that you have such a filthy, evocative imagination (and writing style), than that you’re not my Gray, with whose filth and powers of evocation I am intimately acquainted. So you just made all this up, you. ”I begged nandani to let me free but it was of know use .she said “ now be a gud bride and stay quite because raghu doesn’t likes shouting girls” they started to giggle and wished me “best of luck for my honey moon” then they left the room and locked it from out side.I now I realised what was happening they hade me perfect girl and gave the watchman liqure so that he is drunk and dosent figure out the the difference.Room was locked and I was at the mercy of raghu. His eyes where red i could see. Well maybe that’s it. Maybe you are just lonely and a little bit of love and romance are what you are missing, the hole in your life.’ He suggested. She shrugged ‘Maybe.’ They sat in silence for a while longer. Silent and peaceful, just sitting there. Ivy sat there in silence. The priest had startled her earlier and she sort of wished he would just leave her alone with her thoughts. She also felt embarrassed because she almost gaped at him when she saw how handsome he was. She had been.