Aur baccho mei b poem padhne ki hood rehti thi jiska ek sexy karan tha.Wo apne paas khada karake poem padhati,jaha se ki uske mote mote chuche saaf sa...f chamakte the aur usne kabhi unhe dhakne ki koshish b nahi ki thi aur wo kabhi dupatta leke b nahi aayi thi.I were quite good in poem reading so aksar wo mujhe bulati thi.Aur main uske bagal mei khada hokar poem padhta aur uske chuche dekha karta.. Mujhe kai bar ehsas hua jaise wo janti h ki main uske chuche dekhta hu,par usne kabhi kuch nahi. I am still alive, at least the part of me which counts. My mind, and spirit." she touched her hand to her forehead before resting its palm over her heart. "And if I die and that is the end?" she moved her hand to my arm and sniffed, "Then I will no longer exist. I will be what I was before I was born, an echo of creation." "What about judgment? I asked as I glanced upward. "Precisely what is it that shall judge me?" She grinned as she unbuttoned her blouse and brushed a few strands of hair from. Sitting at my desk I tackle the moundof paperwork, condensing weighty documents into brief summaries for my boss.He has enough to do without reading through a lot of drivel. Through the partlyopened door I can see him practicing his putting before a yell gets me scurryingthrough to his office pencil and notebook in hand "Just had a thought. Can you pop down to Daniels office and invite him tothe Company ProAm golf match this week-end. I knows it is not in his normalwork training hours but the. Soon she was seated at a bench, noticing Frank examining some shoes a couple of metres away where he could see the young man's face and still see her. Meanwhile, the young salesman had laced up the first pair she had looked at and started to help her put them on. She lifted her leg up to assist him, knowing that her skirt would fall back and her sex would be visible through the transparent g-string. She looked at Frank who smiled at her and she could see the beginning of arousal on his face, as.