Ab ham uski gari mai baithke ghumne nikale or pahuche qutub minar or guys ab ham andar garden mai baate kar rahe the oh god wo to nisha ko sahla raha ...ha mere samne to maine kaha guys u can enjoy or mai dur chali gai oh god maine dekha wo dono smooch kar rahe the ek dusre ko phir mene socha ye dekhna galat hai or phir pata nii kya kya hua or ham vapas ghar pahuch gae.Ab guys kuch dino bad ek din monday ka din tha school mai ham dono ek saath hi baithe the but nisha kuch tired si dikh rahi thi. While all other cameras were recording, one of the cameras was in WhatsApp video call mode and I could see everything happening in Kshitij’s bedroom.He then got Pooja inside his bedroom. As he made Pooja sit on the bed, she asked if there was anyone else in the apartment. Kshitij pointed to Tanveer’s room and said his door was locked and he was in the office. As expected, Kshitij immediately removed Pooja’s clothes. As he was removing her bra, he suggested she blindfold her eyes.Kshitij:. She couldn't help but laugh; listen to her, jealous of a tissue. Regardless, it was irrelevant now. She had made up her mind. Everything her master gave to her would belong to her and her alone. Slowly she propelled her tongue in a seductive licking gesture, alerting her master of her burning desire, a desire to have him inside her warm, wanton, mouth. Benevolently, her master obliges. As her master begins to straddle her chest she signals her ulterior intentions, first by pressing her. ‘Thank you’ she said. ‘How did you know that was my favorite song from childhood? Please wait right here for me.’ With that, she pushed me into a seat, and, with an amazing million kilowatt smile, took the stage for her audition. I am a fan of Bette Midler, but the rendition of ‘The Rose’ I heard that night would have put Ms. Midler to shame. An alto that soared in the heights and growled on the low notes, emotion that no amount of acting could fake, this was what music was supposed to be like..