.. but ... my Lady, you’re so refined and beautiful ... well, I mean, you’re as strong as any warrior, but ... you must have many ... I mean, I’...e always assumed there’s someone, or more than ... oh, I’m saying everything wrong...” Defeated by a rush of confused thoughts, she hid her face between her hands, though her deepening blush remained evident. This also had the disconcerting effect of allowing the blanket to slide back down her body, revealing a mighty expanse of cleavage.For the. He or She wants your sympathy (most times) and craves your understanding and good opinion as she relates her adventure. What the narrator reports to you is (usually) taken from a perspective of remembrance. The character is retelling events from memory and so we can safely assume that they are filtered through the lens of time, if nothing else.Sometimes I play with that deliberately, but most often I do try and keep the narrator honest. Still, there are times when I do make it a point to lie in. Aur main apne room me chala gaya thodi der bad naziya aayi to maine use turant hi bed pe baitha kar uski chuchiyon ko masalne laga aur use lip kiss karna suru kiya aur thodi der bad o garam ho gayi maine uski top utar di aur bra bhi khol diya ab main uski nangi chuchiyon ko suck karne laga aur apna hath uski skirt ke andar dal kar panty ke upar se hi uski choot sahlane laga uski munh se siskariyan nikalne lagi siiiiiiiiiiiisssiiiiahahhhhhhhh aur maine ab apna hath uski panty ke andar dal kar. "Oscar, you really should take thatmind reading act of yours to Las Vegas. You would be wealthy and famousin no time." It's too late for that, Gabby."Gabrielle looked at her watch again. "I'd better go now. The report Iam writing has to be finished by Monday morning. Thank you for dinner." You're welcome."Oscar and Gabrielle left the house a few minutes later. Leo and thelimousine were all ready for the trip to trip to Virginia."Gabrielle, I know you're not happy with the bureau. If you're.