Ek din mai musakan ke ghar mai usake saath baitha tha to usane apane naye dress ko dekhane ki jidd ki. Maine dekha liya to o boli ki mai pahanungi tum...ghum jao aur piche mat dekhana ….Mai thoda sadame may pada par bad main ghum kar entajar karane laga. Achanak se meri najar bed ke ayane may padi .Muskaan nangi dikhi achanak se. Usake pink color ke nipple samane the aur usake gore boobs . Usaki chut par bahot sare kale baal the … Par usame se bhi usaki pink choot dikh rahi this….Mai kuch jyada. I have thought of others since but did not get around to writing them.. Nitesideby DonnieThe night had always been Don's favorite time of the day. all of the hectic events of the job were forgotten, and there was time to unwind and enjoy life. For that reason he was somewhat protective of his evenings. The bar scene was more of an intrusion on his private life than an escape from reality. This is what made this evening's events so unusual. All day long Don had felt restlessness as if something. Even now he was calculating how much time would pass before he would see Becca again instead of figuring out how to distance himself from her and to make things right with Marcia, his wife. There was only one word he knew of for this: obsession. And like all obsessives, there was a strong element of compulsion involved. Notwithstanding all of his knowledge of human psychology, if he were offered a night alone with Becca he would say “yes” in a heartbeat. Ted know what he should do, but also. My heart hammered like mad. She wouldn’t really open the package? She was surely making this up to pull my leg. I felt finally able to move again, left my spot next to the entrance door and walked over to her. But before I could reach her, she had pulled one of those small, yellow cardboard cutters from her pocket and ran it across the sealing tape with practiced ease. I started to tremble. “Let’s see if there is a delivery list we can check against.” “No!” I wanted to shout, but my words got.