Or wo dono jaakar sharab pine lag gye. Ab mai 3 logo se chud rhi thi. Or baaki 3 mujhe dekh kar majje le rhe the. Un baaki do ne bhi apna paani chhod ...iya. Or ab rahul or mai hi the.Mujhe laga rahul ne ab tak apna paani nhi chhoda par wo to 2 baar apna paani chhod chuka tha.Par uske andar ab bhi bohot takat thi to. Usne mujhe apne niche kiya or khud upar aa gya or jor jor se chodne laga. Maano usko ab moka mila ho chodne ka. Mene jor jor se rone or chillane lagi. Mujhse dard sahan nhi ho rha. ” “I Know.” “We could get caught.” “I know.” “We would lose everything.” “I know.” Despite all the solid arguments she was making my hands continued to fondle her large, hanging breasts. They were being covered, rather than supported by the plain purple and black plaid one-piece swimsuit she was wearing. Between responses I buried my face into her black curly hair and continued to bite and nibble on her neck. Between her protests she moaned and gasped. My own swimsuit was doing nothing to. ‘What’s the point?’ he sighed to himself. He lifted heavily from the corner of the bed, just another bed, and just another motel. He glanced out beyond the ‘just another window’ and watched the rainfall on just another highway. He breathed a groan and thought, ‘Just another day.’ He pointed the vessel of his withering soul toward the darkened bathroom. He stood motionless, frozen by some unseen restraint. The bathroom mirror reflected a dingy silhouette of his slouch. It seemed to be mourning. I see him glance andlook away and glance again, see the liquid dark brown of his eyes. Thebartender approaches, pausing a moment with the others, laughing aninstant before continuing to me.Half-swallowed words, an order croaked out. Waiting, I just stareahead, as if interested in the rows of bottles gleaming, the mirroredgaps, as if wearing blinders. Waiting, I shake.No tab, no thanks, I tell the bartender when he at last returns. I tellhim to keep the change, waving fingers to leave a.