He took a seat at his desk then, thoughts of her and her spite amassing in clumps of spurned acrimony clawed at him, at his heart and at the seat of h...s stomach. Cruelty interlocked within that girl’s luxuriantly violet eyes meant worlds of trouble for him every time they flashed him a code red. He was not very much in the mood for a code red this day, week, moon or year. The quill and jar of ink gathered, he dipped the quill, almost serendipitously into the pot and began to scratch a message. Phir uske jane ke bad main uske baith ne ki jaga par apna land ko laga ke rubbing kar raha tha, tab wo uski cycle ki chabi laine phir andar agayi, tab mera land mere hath main tha , aur wo samne khadi thi, main kuch na samjhe soche bas uski boobs ko dekh ke muth marne laga, wo boli ki chabi lena hai.Main ne kaha le jao, jab wo pass ai chabi lene, main ne uske gand par apna land ko lagake rubb kiya.Wo shock ho gayi, aur mujhe ghur ke dekha , kuch nehin bolke wo bas mera land ko pakad liya, mujhe. I hadn’t been dreaming anything erotic that I could recall. Suddenly this feeling was just there.When she came back to bed and we were settled in I turned to her and said, “This is is out of the blue and a bit unusual but I have this sudden urge to eat your pussy. I just want you to roll over on your back and spread your legs and I’ll go down on you, no preliminaries.” I really didn’t know how she would react. She is usually a bit grumpy when awake in the middle of the night I anticipated. This place was owned by the city, and there were two large 1930s-era Art Deco bathhouses. The beach was nicknamed “The Working Class Riviera,” which appealed to my sense of reverse snobbism. In truth, I actually preferred the state-owned Jones Beach out on Long Island, but it was very hard to get to without a car.As Lenore and I leaned on the outside railing she said, “Don’t look at all these Latina girls in their bikinis. I’ll give you something to view.”She took her shirt off, and then she.