”Of course it was. It’s not you, it’s me and all that. What I did know was if we stayed friends for years then I would never have a chance with ...er romantically. I would have always be her platonic male friend. Even I wasn’t naïve to think suddenly she would discover Mr. Right had always been there waiting for her patiently. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t forget that night we made out and recalled it constantly.Months rolled by, and Christmas, and then New Year arrived. We remained. Satisfied?" No," I acted a spoiled, annoying child. "I don't want to dance. I want to go home and I want you to rip off my work uniform, just to leave my stockings on, and to lean me on the apartment's door and take me from behind. You should also spray my face with some hot sperm." Stop it, woman." Azem muttered. He avoided my sight. "First we must go to the club, which is run by my cousin, because I promised him to pop in and look after some business. He's like my brother, we grew up. It happened in India of all places, and quite by accident, I was touring around there, backpacking of sorts, staying in Airbnb's, or rather the India version of them. They are cheap and you usually stay with families who are keen to impress and earn a bit extra.So I was staying with this family and the lady of the house was widowed, but had family members staying with her.My room was very small, but it had a bed and the food was great.I was two days into the stay and getting any privacy was non. Everything is pink. The walls are pink, the carpet is pink, by God the fucking chairs are pink. "Really stuck with a theme here didn't you" Your voice carries on towards the ears of a tall blonde woman, dressed shockingly, in pure white. The tender fibers of her ivory dress hug her hips like no one's business, and your eyes can't help to flick all over her sultry curve. She catches the minimal of your eyes like a cougar, her teeth revealing themselves in a harrowing grin, your dick can't help.