Her dad used to go to night duty as he was a doctor. So she invited me to her home on Sunday evening. And here I was filled with a lot of expectations...and joy. Before that, we talk dirty on calls, other than that we have smooched twice. However, I was not planning to fuck her. But I had expectations that something romantic would happen. It was 7 pm in the evening and I reached her home. Parked my scooter at a shop near her street and called her. She answered the call and told me to open the. ." What day do you think it is ma'am?" It's well, I guess technically it's Wednesday." No ma'am, it's Saturday morning." I've been asleep for three days?" I asked, but obviously I already knewthe answer and in the end it made a lot more sense that all of thesechanges had occurred over 72 hours rather than an hour. It also explainedwhy I looked and felt like I'd been sleeping for days. Because I had."Ma'am, why don't you take a seat."I sat down on the couch and he positioned himself in the chair. Dheere dheere hum healthy flirt karne lage. Ek din:S: kabhi bangalore aye ho?Me: nahiS: aao kabhi haveli pe.Me: irada kya hai?S: irada bilkul bhi nek nahi hai. (wink emoji)Aise hi hamari baatein chalti rahi.Phir ek din company ke kaam se mujhe bangalore jana hua. Mujhe saturday subah jana tha and monday shaam return aana tha. I told her and decided to meet for a movie on sunday.Waise to mei sakht launda hu, but uski smile dekh ke mei pighal gaya. We enjoyed the movie and went to have momos. I. Once so fantastically far, now perhaps only miles away, she was destined to meet him, to feel his flesh inside hers. Her belly tingled, still unsure, but she also tingled elsewhere. She’d wanted this to happen, maybe from the first email, sensing a real burning presence behind t And she wasn’t wrong. He had since written things to her which had made her instantly moisten – five minutes later staring at his wondrous cock, engrained like wood with veined rivers, imagining it impaling her, lodged.