She smiled, almost coyly, and led me up to the master bedroom. She stripped off my shirt, kissing my chest, then sat on the side of the bed to start u...dressing. I dropped my trousers and boxers, cock springing to attention as I did. Then dropped to my knees on the floor in front of her, pulling her tights completely off, and then her panties. I buried my head between her legs, revelling in the warm wet pussy that greeted me. My tongue worked into her pussy, and flicked across her clit as she. God damn it! Sitting there in the small foyer in front of our suite door were the same two DHS jerk-offs we'd seen twice before. And they weren't, it seemed, in a good mood—not surprising, given that it was about 1:00 a.m. and they'd probably been waiting quite a while for us."Where the hell have you been?" snarled Smith as we emerged.Well, fuck that. I wasn't Scarpia any more, I'd left him back at the opera house, but even Nick Volker didn't have to take that kind of crap. "That's none of your. 15pm and quite dark outside, i came up with a plan and asked her to come to roof along with me, she said “aise hi?? , i told yes , she soon came along with me to the roof all naked with her heels clicking on the strairs. It was very cloudy and she told “thand lag rahi hai” i told “don’t worry janeman,jaldi hi tujhe garam kar doonga”. With that i told her to bend over holding on to the dish tv antenna , as she did so, i entered her from behind with a mighty push, she was already dripping wet. Too often, when I tried to ask her about important emotional issues she talked me round in circles, leaving my curiosity unsatisfied, while twisting my brain into knots. The dream was over.I still adored her, but the world caught up with us, demanding we face the music and pay the price. Strangely, when the fuzz took us away, I seemed to accept arrest much better than Sarah, who fought all the way into the van, shouting, kicking, screaming at the police, while I just sat in the corner and kept.