Fir 11 baje ke aas pas bell baji and maine gate khola toh vo gate pe khada hua tha…usne daru pi hui thi aur haath mein bottle bhi thi…P – kaisi ...ai jaaneman? tu toh bilkul katrina lag rahi hai…(aur vo jaake sofe pe baith gaya) maine gate lock kia aur sofe pe baith gai..P – ja ek glass, pani aur kuch khane ko le aa…main kitchen se jaise hi saaman leke aai toh dekha ki usne apni shirt utar di thi aur sirf vest aur pant mein baitha hua tha…Fir usne 2 peg piye…P – aaja raand mere pas……Main uske. He started kissing sulekha and rupa simultaneously. The responded too very well. While kissing he was massaging their boobs too from top of their clothes. Both of them were also caressing his dick from top of his clothes. Then my friend started removing their clothes slowly. Firstly he removed sulekha’s saari, then he removed rupa’s top. They also took of his shirt and pant in a flash. Now my friend was only in his underwear. After that he took blouse of sulekha off and followed it by tearing. He asked, “Why?”“Our house is filled with junk that does nothing except collect dust. I spend hours every day doing nothing but cleaning this house and you can’t tell that I’ve done a thing. I’m tired of it.”That was not the answer he was expecting. Curious, he asked, “What do you want to do with all this money?”“We pay off some of our bills with half of the money. With the rest, I want to buy a new wardrobe. I want you to buy a new wardrobe.”The idea of new wardrobes sounded like a step in the. "As she thought of Richard, of his bright, warm eyes and his friendly, open smile, Monique fought a pang of grief. Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or anything else. He'd been only a loving man of some means who'd loved Monique with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind, and all his strength. He'd also been the most generous man she'd ever known. When she'd confided in him.