"Good morning, Allison, Klugman spouted good-naturedly."Good morning, Mr. Klugman," she replied.Gesturing at me, Klugman said, "This is Mr. _____, a g...od friend. I'd like you to um, entertain him while I made a couple phone calls to some clients. I, um, I'll be at least forty-five minutes." Yes Sir," Allison said, looking down at her desktop.Klugman smiled at me and left us alone. I continued standing in place. Whatever Allison was supposed to do she'd either do or not do, and so I waited.It. I just gave her the support she needed.Soon she got divorced and moved to the city i lived in.i met her occasionaly and she look lik an goddess kajal complimenting her black eyes long hairs lustorous lips and it was difficult getting ur eyes off her boobs she always flauted her so proudly.I guess what was his husband made of…..seeing this beauty even someone burried in a grave will too wake up to have fun.Anyways i loved being wit her the only thing wrong wit her was once she start talking she. However, I kept opening the computer every now and then and soon discovered that the neighbor wasn’t completely wrong. Shortly, I happened to watch a movie in which the actor had played the leading role. Like all south Indian movies, it also had a few intense romantic sequences and by the time the movie was finished, I was feeling itchy in my crotch.My sex life has remained irregular to say the least. My husband perhaps assumed that we weren’t young anymore to have our share of fun once Ram. "If we could somehow get you through the head of my cervix, when you ejaculate your sperm will have already bypassed one of their biggest obstacles." She explained."Is that possible?" Rajesh asked."Well, you definitely have the length for it, but we'd have to try a new position in order to achieve maximum depth. Would you be okay with that?" Lalita asked."Why wouldn't I?" Rajesh asked."Well, the first two times we were under the blankets and you were on top. This time we'd have to be a little.