Or didi nay apni eyes band karte or kabhi khol kar mujay dhak layte but main chori chori dhak raha tha . or odhar jungleee apna leather ka tokra ottar...chuka tha . or khud he doggy style main a chuka tha . or didi kay pass ata or didi kay mu par zubaan phairta or pechay ko hat jata , phir ata or didi kay breast pay zubaan phairta , phir aik baar dubra goom kay aya to didi ki taraf apni hips kar di un kay mu kay samnay , qu kay os hight be bhohat thi or doggy style main ban kar be os ki hips didi. I look at your body. That sweet chocolate coated skin, your every curve. You turn smiling at me looking at me, I hold you tighter in my arms. Kissing your glowing cheek. The moments we spend in each other arms are so rear. But that’s a thing I wish would change soon. I slowly start to run my hand all over your body. I kiss your cheek, leaving my lips lingering on it. You put your hand on my face. Your touch, your simplest touch, the effects that it has on me, you may never understand. I lean in. ‘John, is that you? Thank GOD, are you home? Can I come over, better yet can you come here?’ April asked clearly agitated and in a hurry. John, paused before answering, making certain that it was April on the end of the call. She didn’t sound like herself and he was becoming very concerned. ‘April, you don’t sound good. Are you all right?’ He asked remembering that not more than twelve hours ago, his body had been high jacked and he altered her mind in several ways, some which he didn’t. .. But I didn’t expect anything this interesting.”He stepped back and raised his camera. I screamed as loud as I could through the gag and nearly pulled my arms off trying to break free.“I’ll take that as a refusal to allow photography,” he said with a slight laugh. Then he started digging in a backpack which he had slipped off and set on the floor of the tower. “You know that the governor says you are supposed to be wearing a mask, don’t you?” he said in mock seriousness. “I happen to have a.