Wo mere baju me hi bethi thi is baat chit k doran wo mere jango pe hath fer rahi thi meine unko fir se kas ke pakad or unko fir se smooch karne laga ....Unhone mujhai acha response dia or ishara kia k bedroom me chalte hai or wo bedrrom me jane lagi mene bhi condom ka packet lekar unke piche jane laga jaise hi hum bedroom me pauche wo sidha bed pe ghir gai or mujhai apne upar khich lia. Or kehne lagi k m all yours buja do aj sari aag. Fir kya tha me josh me akar unke kapde utarne laga dhire dhire. ”She smiled. “Thank you, Rajveer. That’s very sweet.”“Tell you what. How about you and this ‘sweet’ guy discuss happier things?”Anjali raised her glass. “I’ll drink to that.”We then spent the rest of our evening talking and laughing about other things in our lives. Anjali told many amusing stories about some of the other tenants. I discussed some of the crazier things that went on at my job.By the time we’d gotten back to the apartment building, it was almost midnight.“Oh, my,” she said. “I’ve. How could they not ask us out again?" "He is a silver-tongued devil, isn't he," Lisa said smiling. "And I wouldn't blame you a bit if you wanted to give him the screwing of his life." "Ellen!" Lisa said, exasperated. "So are we gonna go out with them again?" "Do you want to?" "Of course, Dearest. That's why I asked." "Then yes, if they ask, we will." They went back out to the guys. After dancing a few more times, Ellen looked at here watch. She pointed out that it was almost one am, and they. Best friend forever.“Bloody hell its cold out there, got any wine?” She asked, as she kissed my cheek, and then threw her coat on the chair, and putting her handbag on the floor.“In the fridge, you eaten?”“Yes ta, don’t mind me, you want a glass?”“Its my fucking wine, course I do.”She poured two glasses, then came and sat with me on the sofa.“Well?”“Well what,” I said, through a mouthful of pasta.“Oh for fucks sake, well did you, or didn’t you?” She said, picking a piece of pasta from my.