How would she begin her novel? How should she divide it up- by type of encounter? Chronologically? Randomly- as one thought brought out another? Shoul... she write an outline first, or should she just let fly from her fingers to the computer keys? Should she be strictly factual- sort of a how-to guide? Or would it be better to tell stories and affix a pithy little note at the end of each chapter noting how things should be done right- and how they could done wrong? Should she include her own. She is around 5.7 in height and has athletic body on which I had my eyes since years. She has a beautiful body structure of 38-26-38 and wears saree when she uses to go out and salwar kameez at home. She used to have a habit of not wearing inners at home. She used to do all the work at home and the most exciting moments is when she mopped the floor her entire size 38 boobs would b up for grabs. I had a great time when I use to have an off and would really wait for her to mop the floor. My. I swallowed, and it felt like my throat was constricting, like I was trying to swallow a brick. The brick, I think, was actually a huge, almost physical chunk of jealousy. I felt her hand on my leg, and then felt her fingers close around the rock-hard bulge of my cock, which was aching with arousal. “Jeez Alli!” It came out as a choked whisper, but it was the best I could do. She leaned her head against my shoulder, and then kissed me on the angle of my jaw. “It feels like you like my picture.”. He could see I was anxious and without a word or hesitation just pushed his bum forward and slid his cock into me. I was concentrating on the feelings it was giving me. I could feel it going into me deeper and deeper until he was right up inside me, right up to his balls. He did not hesitate and began to fuck me.I gave a huge sigh of relief and satisfaction. I had achieved both with one thrust of his cock into me.I was in heaven. It was one of the nicest feelings I could remember. I was doing.