Damned if she didn’t make it. She had it all, the headlining tours, the records – everything. I read about her marriage to her producer…their di...orce…then she kind of faded from sight. Which I guess made her comeback so incredible. I’d always been surprised she sang other people’s songs. On her comeback CD they were all her, every one. Their titles were really interesting. A place name or a date – that’s all. The title song was a date, August 16, 1982. With that song and that CD she swept the. We made eye contact and I started walking towards my car. He started unlocking his motor bike. Now, I was on the road with the cock guy following me.Just remember that mine was a station wagon with all tinted glasses.I headed towards outskirts of DHA Lahore where some new colonies are being built, however, there is only machinery lying there with not a person on the site. I got off the road and kept driving on the empty land and parked my car behind a huge crane in its shade.He also parked the. She still don’t know who I’m as I’m behind curtain. She took the curtain side. She was shocked to see me there and started scolding me. But I was in different mood. I was enjoying her beauty from so near.I thought it’s now or never and went to kiss her lips. She hit me first but I was in no mood. So I started kissing her neck and earlobes and started pressing her boobs. Her resistance was decreasing. I gave some bites on earlobes and pinched her boobs on towel. Slowly she started to moan. I. I reached for the dark leather, pulled it through the silver loop, unclasped the buckle and somehow pushed his trouser button back through its hole with desperate, trembling fingers. Then came the zip; the sound seemed to echo around the bathroom with a noisy illumination of my sordid desires. Pierre’s grey suit trousers flared open. I tugged them down to his ankles.Everything was a blur. Heart racing, mouth dry, hard to breathe, lustful excitement pulsating through me like nothing I’d known.