Jab tum karoge to meri cheekh bhee neekl sakti ye itna bada he or khoon bhi nikal sakta or hamare pas samajik parmisan bhi nahi he. Wo bola meri jan a... tum meri ho meri surksha mene ho tum bilkul na daro is bare men mujhe tum se jyada pata he. Ye kah kar sanjay ne fir se meri chhati sahlani suru kar di, or mere hont jakd liy men fir se siskari bharne lagi. Usne mere gal par dheere se kat liya men boli please chehre par koi nishan na dena. Neeche chahe to chhuriyan chala do. Wo bola meri jan. Her mind made up she sat up and reached for the plastic bag. Convinced it was all over he too sat up swung round and up, himself next to her against his pillow and put his arm round her, kissing her, and thanking her for allowing him the experience. She opened the bag, pulled out the box of condoms, all coloured and lumpy, and regarding him carefully, she said, I don’t have any ordinary jonnies, but if you wear one of these, I will let you have me properly, they say it`s painful the first time. After the harvest and just before the rains I sewed up several shoulder bags out of canvas and went exploring. I was looking for a grass something like wheat. Looking from the top of the cliff gave me an idea of where to go. The color of ripe grain is pretty characteristic.I owned those big square tent stakes, pliers and a hammer. If I could fumble together a bellows and find something to use as an anvil then I might be able to rough up a sickle or even a scythe. If I had the skill and material. She tried to cover herself with her arms; he gently pulled her arms away and over her head where he held both of her wrists in one hand. With the other hand he stroked her face, leaning across her and kissed her taking her mouth almost forcibly. His free hand slowly moved down her body, between her breasts, over her rounded abdomen, and down to her wet pussy, he could feel his prick throb when he felt just how wet she was. He slowly moved his hand so that his fingers barely glanced across her.