Chandni:(Haste hue)Accha!Bus karo ab pet dard hone laga hai. Me:Accha bye!mai chalta hu mujhe thoda kaam bhi hai to baad me milte hai. Chandni:Arey!ek...hi din to free ho usme bhi kaam. Me:Hmmm!kya karu,by the way aapka no. milega kya?(thoda nervous hokar)Chandni:Accha ji wo kyun kuch kaam tha kya? Me:Haaa,aap se frndship karni hai. Chandni:ohhhhh ok(Aur usne apna no. diya) Ab uska no. mujhe mill gya tha aur mai ghr phucha aur maine chandni ko Call kiya Me:Chandni ji,ek baat mai btana bhul gya…. The desire was great all day but she resisted the temptation. On the drive to the Westin, Heather could not resist the temptation anymore. She had unbuttoned her dress and started stroking her fingers up and down her already wet pussy lips. She couldn't resist dipping her fingers into her honey pot and then brought them to her lips to taste her sweet juices. A smile crossed her face knowing that if she things worked out Dwayne would be feasting on her pussy before the night was out. Heather. Four or five times a week, I would either be at the gym or running around the country lanes surrounding our little town. Inevitably I suppose, this led to an ever-increasing rift with my wife. She started going out with her single friends when I was training during the week, only going out with me at the weekend when we would go to a good restaurant for a meal, or a club for a night of drinking and dancing. Even though we were by then leading fairly separate social lives, our home life was. She staggered, then dropped on her knees. A faint cry of surprise escaped her lips. She tried to look back, but the intense pain knocked her out. James stared at the unconscious woman for a moment, as if uncertain what to do next. He shook his head, stashed the bat behind a potted palm, then nervously removed his mask and gloves. After throwing them into the nearby bin, he hurried down the stairs. A minute later, he walked calmly out of the building. Something urged him to stop. He couldn’t.