Aur humnae aab yahi decide ki aab whtsapp pae baat nahi karengae…abb calls pae daily baat chit hoti hai..lakin abb uskae pati ko yahi pata tha ki ab... humarie baat chit nahi hoti…bus din beetae gayae..pahlae simple naatein share karteun thae..fir dhire dhire humare bich naughty baatein shuru ho gayin.. Jissae mere lauda haar daam khada rahnae laga…abb biwi ki chudai mein maan lagta tha..abb yunh hona laga kie abb sunday wala din meri shop band rahtie hai toh main ghar pae hie rahta tha…aur shaam. She prepared herself to be disappointed, but now even her sudden uncertainty served to excite her. She knew that when she crossed that threshold she would no longer be responsible for what happened. She pushed the door open and walked into the dim room, letting the door close behind her. He was standing up and pouring himself a drink. The room was a suite—the best, she supposed, that the place had to offer. This room was a kind of sitting room with a kitchenette in the back. There was a cheap. "All I did was change the monitor feed into SAL's optical output link." So why is the computer playing lesbian porn?" Sally groaned. "I didn't even know we had this stuff in the archives." Maybe its horny!" Beth replied, and Sally kicked her again. Beth suddenly felt pretty horny herself. As Sally's gaze lingered on the titillating visuals, the point of view changed and the faces of the nude lesbians on the monitor-screen became visible. "Oh my God!" Sally exclaimed. A thick knot filled her. ?That’s a deal? he replied.I staggered up the stairs in my hated heels to my door, which I opened and let myself and Mark in. No sooner had I shut the front door, Mark pounced on me, he bought my body close to his and gave me a deep French kiss. ?I didn’t see that coming? I said, quite amazed at his forwardness. There was no apology from Mark just another one of his smouldering smiles which made swoon inside. ?Let me get you that drink? I said, showing him to my couch. From the kitchen I bought.