Ab to meri choot mein fir se aag lag gayi, main jitna ho ska tezi se choos rahi thi aur tabhi maine kuch geela sa mehsoos kiya apne gale mein. WO jhad...chukka tha. Par uska lund abhi bhi tana huya tha.Aur usne use choosne ki liye kaha. Main choosne lagi, uska lund thoda dheela huya aur dir tan gaya, maine use apne boobs ke beech rakha aur ragadne lagi. Ab usne mujhe lita diya aur mere pairo ko faila diya aur fir apna tana huya lund meri choot par ragadne laga. Mujhse raha nahi gaya aur maine. ’ +++++ Which, believe it or, made a certain kind of sense to Sam as he and I sat on Deb’s back porch — glasses of twenty year old port in hand. ‘I’ve been thinking a lot about Brigit today,’ he said, ‘and I don’t know how or why, but I love her.’ ‘So tell her, you daft pig!’ Deb said as she joined us, a glass of sherry in her hand. ‘I mean it, go inside right this minute and call her. Tell her, before she comes to her senses and runs, tell her before you run out of chances to tell her. Tell. The guy was John, and he kissed Lorraine on both cheeks, after kissing Paula on the lips, before guiding them both into the apartment. The doors closed behind them.They walked into a huge lounge, whose windows over looked the harbour. The view was spectacular, even Lorraine could see that. The room was nicely furnished, large leather sofa’s, a small bar in one corner. In the room were three other men. All in their late thirties, at least that’s what Lorraine thought. They stopped chatting as. Within days, InsaneCoffee (Matt) and Karen were chatting, about everything. Their jobs, the towns they lived in, their love of boating, walking, music, books. It was as if they had been friends for years. Karen was an open book, confiding her frustration about her marriage. Matt, told her about his wife of 3 years, and the troubles they were having. They even exchanged pictures. It was all so nice, so innocent. He was the breath of fresh air that she needed in her life. No pressures, no.