Jean-Luc watched us to the end of the corridor and we descended the stairs a little nervously. I touched her hand and she squeezed mine.“I call you,...�� she whispered, quickly strutting down the street in the opposite direction from my car.I heard nothing for a couple of days and was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen. Maybe she had thought better of it. Maybe Jean-Luc had quizzed her about it, she had admitted what he suspected and he had let it drop on the condition it never happened. She moaned softly when his fingers teasingly traced along her slit over the top of her blue lace shorties. She was held against the tree by his firm body pressed against her and he held one thigh over his hip. He tickled and teased her moistening pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear while kissing and nibbling the side of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side and he slowly dipped and into the warm folds he had revealed. She pressed. 5-minute mein main farmhouse ke gate par thi. Fir main andar chali gayi.Kafi bada farmhouse tha. Bahar garden aur swimming pool bhi tha. Andar koi tha nahi, lekin lights jali hui thi, taaki koi bhi aa-jaa sake. Fir main andar chali gayi.Farmhouse mein poori safayi thi, aur well maintained tha. Kafi saare rooms the waha par. Fir main upar gayi, aur window se baahar ka nazara dekhne lag gayi. Kafi thandi hawa chal rahi thi.Tabhi maine kisi ko gate se enter hote hue dekha. 2 log the jo farmhouse. It was on her lover. The man with the eyes like 2 pools of unimaginable depth. Jarrah’s own eyes are the colour of storm clouds… a deep steely grey, but Silas has eyes the colour of unfired terracotta clay, deep and earthy. The warmth of them thaws her soul on the coldest of winter days, and cheers her heart at even the worst times. His hair is only slightly darker, but looks almost like the bleached wood of her chair in the bright full sun. When she sees him again, she will run her fingers.