Mane jor thi baazi padya ane lund ne unde unde daabi raakhi viry ni paanch saat pichakaari thi maari yoni chhalkaavi didhi. Kahe chhe ke yoni na undaa... ma-n koi samvedana nathi, pan aa vaat khoti chhe. Garama garam viry ne maari yoni na undaan ma-n hu-n anubhavi shakati hati.“neha, thank you. Have dukde chhe ?”“na” hu-n dhire thi boli. Emano lund haji naram padyo na hato ane emane bahaar kaadhyo na hato. Mane em ne em j unchaki jamin par lidhi ane pote maari jaangh vachche aavi gaya.“jara pan. As we stood looking at one another, my lust for him just kept amplifying. After a short while, Wally extended his arms and placed his hands on my waist. Everything about his approach was totally unhurried and sensual. As his hands began excavating my torso, it felt like I was in hands of an art dealer, appraising a rare piece of objet d‘art.Very slowly, I moved my hands onto his lower arms before gradually moving them ever upward. By the time my hands reached his shoulders, Wally’s hands began. Luckily he had worn sneakers so they didn't fall off his feet as he walked. Susie looked at her father and was shocked to see her mother instead! Her dress was filled out in all the right places, unlike the way her daddy looked when it was on him. "Mommy...???". She asked hesitantly, not believing what her eyes told her. "Yes, darling Susie, it's me! I don't know how I got here but I'm really here." She picked up her daughter, tears welling in both their eyes, and both cried with. ”As I was saying that I realised that he must have seen my poky nipples and realised that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Then before he could ask me anything else about what I was or wasn’t wearing I changed the conversation subject and we continued talking about ourselves and lots of other things.At the end of the evening Ethan walked me to my apartment and the kiss that he gave me was a long passionate one and I wondered if I should invite him in ‘for a coffee’ but before I could he asked me if he.