Wo bole yaar ye hamare jaise do jawaan jismo ke beech mein wo kahan se aa gayi ab usme reh hi kya gaya hai use to ab ye sab acha hi nahi lagta bas tu ...aan ja teri saari pareshani dur kar dunga bas ek baar apni jawani ka ras pila do aur kuch nahi chahiye unhone mujhe ek towel diya aur mujhse bole ki main tumhe is towel mein dekhna chahta hu meri jaan apni jawani ki jhalak dikha kar tune to mujhe pagal hi kar diya hai aur ye bol kar unhone mere boobs daba diya mere muh se aah nikal gayi bolo. He gazed fondly at his wife who was dressed as always in the bare minimum that convention allowed. She wore nothing more than a skimpy thong and plasters that covered her nipples but hid nothing of her impressive bosom. Despite the fact that so many women in this day and age had their bodies enhanced in the most peculiar and erotic ways, there was something especially beautiful and sensuous about Beatrice."Look at those bluebirds flying over there," she said with a chuckle of delight. "See how. If only his mind was not so strong, he could have quickly resolved the problem. Unfortunately, such was not the case. He would have to talk to his department’s chair to see if there were any new approaches to help John. **** John woke up with a start. He had been having a nightmare. In the nightmare he had been in his study working on a complex problem involving the size of Branes in a 21 dimensional universe. The math just didn’t seem to be working as he had expected. As he strove to determine. Suddenly, my eyes were caught at my neighbor's window. There stays the heroine of my dreams Tiffany, a married doctor, her husband is a total fiasco and works as a lawyer, and has no ambitions it seems. In between he had joined a law firm in Houston for a couple of years, leaving Tiffany back here in LA, above all she is truly a sex goddess with the greatest of figure at her early thirties . The window of her bedroom is so close to my balcony. I could see Tiffany coming from the hospital after.