There is no wine. There are no flowers. It is bittersweet story. I imagine some will believe I have placed it in the wrong category but to me it is a ...tory of romance. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his assistance. This was inadvertently posted in the ‘Non-English’ section under the title ‘Continuity’. If you found it there this is the same story. =============== Allison hesitated as her fingers fumbled with the knot. She could lose her job, her license, all that she had worked so hard to. “Even that was reduced to three years for his help with some other things.”“So, should I warn him that you have a long memory, so he can start looking for a new home?” the LT asked seriously.“No, man, I done changed,” I said in Eddie Shoes voice.“Lucy sends her love. You should call her. I don’t know why, but she has been worried that you might eat your 1911.” he suggested in a sad voice.“Not a chance, tell her I expect her to shoot me, maybe with my own gun,” I said with yet another. Jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Mai nha dho ke jab breakfast ke liye table per aaya toh bhabhi ne paratha bna rakhe the, aur saath mai butter rakha tha, mai sharmaate hue breakfast kerne lga aur bhabhi itne mai juice le ker aagyi aur kehne lgi, sunny, kya hua, itna dra dra hua sa kyu hai? Maine ka kuch nahi bhabhi ji, bass stress hai padhai kaToh who kehne lagi ke raat ko darwaaza band ker ke chala kyu gya, ander kyu nahi aaya, dosto jaise hi maine bhabhi ke mu se yeh baat suni, yakeen maano mere lund. My body shaking wanting him so badly, skin on skin. He knows this, what he does to my body. Removing his one hand I arch my hips, my thong removed and replaced with his mouth. His tongue so warm teasing me. Moans come from him. "You taste so good. I've missed you." Trying to squirm, to move my hands, he does not. Keeping my hands pinned with his one as his mouth tortures me in pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm hits me. With a devilish smile he captures my lips tasting myself on his tongue on his.