" I sat up and said I needed a glass of water. He smiled and scooped up a t-shirt from the floor tossing it to me and smiling: "Go right, slut… you ...ill find the kitchen".I threw the t-shirt over my naked body and hurried out of there.Turning right I found the kitchen, but it was also a real mess.I filled a clean glass with water and as I gulped down my throat, I could see a strange reflection on the window glass.Then I saw a larger and darker figure behind me. I was about to cry out, but one. It was a luxury I could only afford in my dreams now, and the remembered taste had been fading for some time. I could no longer even be certain that it was bourbon and not brandy that I tasted, and as much as I longed for it, it was a luxury I could never afford in waking – not even here in my private sanctuary. Appearances were important after all. In the earlier days, I could have taken a 'mission trip' down to Mexico – or even just to another part of the country – and indulged myself.. To maine use kaha ek last cheez karde, mera lund ka pani nikalti ja warna ye pyasa reh jayega aur vo hasne lagi aur kaha tum ladke madarchod ke madarchod hi rahoge, uske muh se gaaliyan sun ke mera aur excited ho jata tha. Phir usne mere lund me muh me liya aur jor jor se choosne lagi, uske muh se gap…Gap….Gap ki awaaz aane lagi kyunki mera lund geela ho chuka tha. Mera paani aane hi wala tha par maine use bataya nahi, aur mere se aaah aah ki awaaz nikalne lag gayi,Phir uske muh ke andar uske. "What do we do now?" she despaired.Buffy led her into Joyce's room where she was still dozing in her chair. She cuddled up on one side of her mother whilst Drusilla rested on the other."She feels so warm," Drusilla commented nestling into her.Buffy nodded and snuggled closer to Joyce. The first rays of the dawn started to play against the curtains drawn over the windows of Joyce's bedroom."I miss the sun," Buffy lamented."Me too," Drusilla confessed.* * *Buffy closed her eyes in sublime joy as.