What had made me wonder was an article in a monthly magazine Janet, my wife, gets. It has an ‘Agony Aunt’ section and though I don’t usually rea... them in any detail I often scan and have a quiet laugh to myself about some of the subjects that people write in about. That is until I came across a subject a few months back.It was a letter from a lady asking how she should deal with a situation. Nothing unusual there, I hear you comment. Except this lady detailed a problem that had occurred some. Aisa kayiee din bit gaya and I really missed him,so jada hiee jada bus main jaa raha tha but phir kabhi nehi mila.Ek baar main sahara maal nikla aise hee casual shopping tha ,bas big bazaarho chukka tha kuch shoes check kar raha tha try kar raha tha .Phir socha jara kuch hot ladke taadta hoon upar khade kuch ladke unke bady unka lund ka ubharr nihar raha tha .Yeh kya mujhe mera bus wala banda dikha upaar ate hue,use main hie nehiee bol sakta tha ,naam nehiee janta thea na.Chaloo main try karta. It didn't take long for us to finish the stew and cider. The temperature dropped quickly as the last ray of sun disappeared. The small amount of light that came from the fire made Clara's breath visible in the brisk air. I didn't have to imply as to where Clara was going to sleep. I removed a narrow foam cushion from my back pack and placed the sleeping bag over it. Clara set herself down without saying a word. She untied her tall boot laces and removed her socks and placed them on top of her. It tasted so good! I didn't wrap my lips around it, but let it go as deep as possible until it hit the back of my throat, maybe 4 or 5 inches, normally enough to be almost at the base but with Jack I wasn't even halfway. He started to moan and thrust his hips as he felt the back of my throat. I tried to relax as much as possible to accommodate more of him as his thrusts became faster and harder and deeper, but I couldn't take him all and soon I was choking and suffocating as he continuously.