I ignored it, especially in the brief conversations we exchanged. That only made it grow. She did not sneer or snap, and I got strained, wondering whe... she would. I got hysterical about the possibilities. Or was something else on her mind? Sasha suggested to me that might be the case last week."You should go to her," he said. "Profess your intentions, see what happens. The worst she can do is decline." Wrong. The worst she can do is spread the word about me to the tabloids, or the uptight. We had lingered over a fine dinner with a couple of glasses of wine and some sensual talk. We both enjoyed beach time and this was a wonderful way to end what had already been a perfect day. We held hands as we walked, not needing to say anything. The sensuous mood was there and we knew where each others mind was lingering. As the sun sank lower, the breeze cooled some and I noticed that her nipples were beginning to notice the cooler temperature by stiffening under her white tank top. I also. “I told you not to come into the bathroom when I was having a shower”, she snapped. There was just a fraction of hesitation on his part. He grabbed her, forcing her into the hallway, opened the front door and pushed her, totally naked onto the veranda where the Africans’ were working. “Morning tea Gentlemen and maybe lunch as well; now fuck her off the planet.” he snapped as he shoved his wife towards the startled workers. He didn’t hear the uproar, the gasps, the cries, the laughter or the. Aur mei uski supade ko choomi. “Aaahhh…” bahyya ka awaz aye. “kya hua Bhayya…?” mei une tease karthi boli… “Saali teri tho.. “ bhayya ne mere muhn ko lund par dabya. “Bhayya… yeh kya mei tumari bahen hoon. Tum mujhe saali banarahe ho..?” “Chup saali… teri chut me lund.” Aur mere hontho ko choomte choochiyon ko aate ki tarah goon rahe the. “Ahha .. ab raha nahin jata.. dalo is musal ko bahen ki bur mei.. meri bur ki aag ko mitao..”meibed par chit let gayee. Tange pasar kar bhayya ki oar madak.