Aap logo ko btadun k meri gf k boobs bilkul cotton k jaese naram or makhkhan k jaese hain,jab maene use bra se release kiya tha na to uske boobs jo dh...re se uski garmi se bade bade jo hogae the tumhe kya baton use par kar kar k maene bilkul lal kar dia tha,maene uske boobs ko bari bari choosa pahle left phir right,wo pasine mein sharabor thi,pura badan uska pasina pasina hua tha,wo bar bar mere baalon ko pakad k apne boobs par lga rahi thi,or mujhe sirf itna hi kah rahi thi k plz ab aaj hamein. Now, I know that some go there for instant gratification but, well, not me. And anyway, self inflicted pain is simply that, pain. Pain has to have a purpose, HER purpose. Please don’t misunderstand me, I’m not a pain lover. But I get ahead of myself, you need to understand more. We chatted. We chatted about her, about me. We talked about her home, her work, her life and about mine too. Not once did she ask me for anything, except to see my picture. I found her funny, intelligent and mature. She. One day, just about quitting time I got a phone call from Mavis. As soon as she was sure she had me on the phone she said, "Police Department? This is Mavis Jones at 1234 Smith Road and I've just been robbed and raped. Can you send an officer to investigate?" I smiled and said, "I'll send some one right away." When I got home I rang the doorbell and Mavis answered it in her black negligée. "Mrs. Jones? I'm Officer Bill here to investigate the robbery, and did I hear my sergeant right, a rape?". She thought I was cute. Well, that was a far cry from some of the things I had been called before. Without saying anything else, I crawled into bed with her. She snuggled up next to me for warmth. I was surprised by her cool skin but only for a second. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her close, then pointed the remote at the TV and added a little noise to the quiet of our room.It didn’t take me long to realize how much time had really passed. Flipping through the channels,.