To usne thodi na nukur k baad haan kar diya. Aur phir mera raasta saaf, humare beech decide hua ki hum log 20 july 2015 ko sham ko charbagh me milenge...aur vahan se main use apne saath le jaunga apni bua k ghar jahan koi nhi rehta.Haan ek baat to batana hi bhul gaya vo aurat shaadi shuda thi par usko uske pati ne chod diya tha islie vo akele rehti thi.Akhir vo din a gaya hum log bua k ghar pahunche. Bua k ghar me sirf mera cousin tha jo mere pahunchte hi dusre kamre me chala gaya. Maine anan. They each took a side of the bar; Katie took the side that John was sitting at. Because John was not much of a drinker, she would give him a pint of beer, which he nursed as long as possible; when he needed a refill she would give him a glass of water or diet soda. Over the course of her twelve hour shift he probably had six beers in all. He spent a lot of time in the bathroom. In between drink orders she would walk over by him and talk about how she loved what she was doing.Sometime around ten. A grasp of the situation flapped around him like a moth for several seconds before it landed in his brain.Not Paula's body. Not Paula's tits. Paula's old nightgown, the one with the peekaboo holes over the tits. The one she'd worn on their wedding night.This was not good, a boozy voice inside him slurred.The only slightly less slurred voice issuing from his mouth said, "Where did you get that?" This nightgown? Mrs. Steve give me. Is pretty, no?" No," he said. "I mean, yes. I mean, no, we. Just breathing disturbed them enough to titillate her.God! What was Manuel waiting for? She couldn't wait to feel his prick digging into that tight hole, tearing her apart.She knew she was going to scream with pleasure. Now that he was half drained, he'd take longer. He'd pound her until she was whimpering with exhaustion, and she wanted it! Lying on that table, feeling the rough ropes that held her wrists, she knew that she wanted it that way!For a long moment she stared at a crack that ran.