I lifted up the hem of her nighty to clean her face and I caught a glimpse of her small fleshy titties. I had to carry her to her room. I was getting ...xcited at this stage as I knew that I had her to myself in her bedroom. She was a bit dopey and listless when we arrived next to her bed. I turned on the bedside lamp, which did not illuminate the room too much. I told her she needed to take off her nighty. "Why" she asked sleepily."Because you puked on it. look!" Oh" she said drunkily.She was. Ab mena pura joor ka sath daka mar raha tha tabi babhi na muja kass ka pakard liya or babhi sa jisme akardna laga babhi boli mera raja or joor se chodo muja mera raja mar dalo muja aje.me bi josh me ae geya or dakho ki speed barda di tabi babhi ki choot na pani chod diya. babhi ab dili par gayi thi. mena phir babhi ko kiss kana chalu kar di diya babhi phir se garm ho rahi thi babhi muja boli ruko mera rajaor babhi na muja apna uper se alag ki me soch raha tha ki keya huya mena puch babhi keya. Then it changed. That Friday I stayed over at Sarah's. We had a meal and some drinks. Jill was happier and more talkative but still no mention of last Saturday. As I was in bed watching TV, Sarah fast asleep as always, Jill came in, asked me to turn the TV down then said goodnight. I was a bit gutted tbh. Ten minutes passed then Jill came in again, this time in her night clothes. She came round to my side of the bed whilst looking at Sarah. With no words she grabbed my hand and put my fingers. Why did the thought of not being up to Dallas’ standards scare me so? “So if we don’t agree on certain things, it’s all over basically..?” I asked a bit timidly. I hoped the tone in my voice would not inspire annoyance in the older man. “Basically,” he breathed the word, but luckily, he just seemed to be disappointed by the thought of that outcome just like I was. “So we will have to go over some ground rules, of course,” he continued, voice stern, “What I like, what you like. See if they match.