Dosto ak bat aur bata du us saamy meri aur uski umr 30 sal thi uski shadi abhi tak nahi hui (kyo? Ye karan mujhe pata h.) wo allahabad aai aur mera ai...a durbhgya us din meri tabiyat bahut kharab ho gai bistar se bhi nahi uth pa raha tha,meri aankho se aansu bahe ja rahe the.wo wapas chali gai aur ak sms aya ”aaj ke bad mujhse kabhi bat mat karna” mai apni gutan ko chhipa bhi na saka apni bat kah bhi na saka,usne wo ph no band kar dia mai tadapta raha,bhagwan se dua manta raha ak bar to mila. I gasped - he hadn't gone in far, but he had gone in. He lifted his hand up from my crotch, brushing across my clit, and, maintaining eye contact, tasted his finger. My knees quivered, and suddenly my wrists were bearing my full weight. He quickly turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving me panting, my breasts heaving. I struggled to regain my footing and my composure, and the auction began.It seemed the men wanted more than just to touch me - the bids went sky-high. I casually. "It's not what she'd expected, her brain works on switches; off and on; black and white; indecision, shades of grey, they are not part of her world. But this, this is different and it scares her because she recognises there's no easy way to do this, because a big part of her isn't ready to end this yet. She's not bored, in fact, she's far from bored of him. He still manages to surprise her, make her smile, forget her self consciousness and lose herself in him, even if it is just for a brief. Samantha looked over at Alex and smiled, running her hand through her hair again before settling back against the seat to enjoy the ride.Alex had risen early and slipped out to run a few errands. She had found him later in the kitchen of their rented suite working on taking a whole chicken apart and adding it to a collection of bowls and dishes that he had arrayed around him while on the floor at his feet was a large picnic basket, already filled with the wine cooler. All he would tell her was.