There were not only no blood stains but there were no scratches either. The same was true of his neck. Where she had drawn blood there was no mark. as...if it hadn’t happened. The biggest shock, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the face of a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old in the mirror. Looking closer he could see it was him, but almost half the age he had been.Remembering a number of times he’d come the last few days he could only smirk. Hell, if this kept up he could most. That stopped most of the calls.I no longer needed to day trade and I was getting bored with it so I started to get serious about my hobby of writing fiction. I didn’t know if I was any good, but I was willing to invest a couple of years in trying. I submitted a couple of chapters and an outline to a literary agent and he took me on as a client.I finished the first book, and after six or seven rejections, my agent got a publisher to take a chance. There was no advance because I demanded all of. They kiss. Placing a hand on the nape of her neck and another on her back he pulls her closer. This was the most passionate kiss either had ever experienced and did not want it to end. That is until sexual lust had taken over. In the midst of kissing she begins undressing him. Removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, never breaking the kiss. Against the door she stands, locking eyes as he begins to remove her dress. She slides her hands down his body as the dress slides off her shoulders. . Wo dono bataya ka tubhi fingering kar liya kar mugha wo pata nahi tha wo don mugha pathroom lagai or moumita na mera top utardi di or sangita na meri pant utar di uska bad wo moumita kiss karna lagi udhat sangita na meri panty nikal di or meri chut chatna lagi udhar moumita bra kab utardiya western bathroom ka upar batha diya or sangita meri pussy chatna lagi kuch der bad ma jhar gai or santha ho gai par. Oh log nahi tab sangita or moumita ak dushra ko kiss karna lagi or wo do no kapra utar ka.