“Yes! I WANT YOU TO MAKE MORE!”His eyes widened. I had just screamed that line loud enough for the entire floor to hear. I looked away again, blus...ing, not able to understand the feelings I was feeling. I used to get annoyed if my mother or father used my coffee mugs at home.And here I was begging a strange man to make coffee and feed it to me through his mouth. He held me tight as we waddled into the kitchen. He turned on the stove, placing a vessel on it with water. He lifted me and placed me. ” There is a cheeky glint in his eyes. She hears the double meaning to his words. It feels like he’s testing her, but she doesn’t say anything. “So, Jenna, tell me what do you think of this piece?” He turns to look at the photo that had so transfixed her. She turns back to the photo, trying to regain focus; she switches back into work mode. “Well, I think the side lighting works really well; it captures the mood of the scene perfectly.” She tries to remain professional; she can feel his. Arre tum log to bhig gaye ho chalo mere ghar chalo mein tumhe chai pilata hoon bahut thand hai….Hum log sab uper gaye uske ghar per and woh chai banane laga….. Maine apni girlfriend ko ishara kiya ki isko try karna hai….Pahele toh muh banaya per boli….Mujhe lagta hai maza aayega kabhi kisi mote kale aadmi ka lauda nahin dekha hai…..Picture mein toh african hote hain per kisi indian kale ka lund nahin dekha…..Shaayad maza aaye….Tabhi lalaji aaye aur chai sabke samne rakh di……Tub maine bola lala. I'd caught her a few times in the living room already, but I never said anything. Given the casual way she flirted with the subject, I don't know that she would have even cared if I watched. Even so, it was a little shameful to admit that I'd lingered a few times, unable to stop my bi-curiosity.We lived on the beach. I was on my way out through the living room when I saw her breasts, her bikini top pulled down on either side, the tan-lines from our time in the sun shining out it as a pale.