. Aur main Mumbai ki hun.. Mere pati mujse bahut pyaar karte hai..woh ek izzatdar business man hai.. Lekin kam ke sisl sile main unko aksar tour pe ja...a padta hai.. Woh dino main unko bahut miss karti hun.. Kyonki sex ke bina main ek bhi din rah nahi pati hun… Ek din muje mere mayke se phone aaya ke “tumhari babuji ki tabiyeet kharab hai unko hospital main admit kiya hai”. Woh kam main busy the unhone mujse kaha ke “tum chali jao , muje kam ke sislsile main Delhi jana hai aur muje lautne main. I was. I enjoyed being single. I compensated for the lack of steady sex with the variety that came with being able to pick and choose. The last woman I had in bed had played the viola with the London Philharmonic the week before. Who did she have? The red headed man? How could I have created this total and complete world with such a contrast from my own? It was so real and seemingly alive. I was in her body. I felt her arms move when I willed them. I felt the cold chill on her. She wasn’t usually a big drinker, so she thought the girls would appreciate the wine more than she ever would. Plus, if anyone got too drunk, there were about five bedrooms and plenty of couches to crash on.“Oh, fuck yes! Alexis, you’re the best manager. I wish you were in charge of models instead, not just the shoots. Then this job would be like, a breeze in the park,” Amy said as she hopped over to the kitchen’s bench and sat at the breakfast bar, watching Alexis open wine and champagne. "I wanna lick your pussy." Alicia let herself be led. She would be anything for him. He sat her down on the piano bench where he'd been sitting. He spread her legs as he slid down to his knees in front of her. "Oh, Mom!" he whispered, gazing at her open cunt as if he'd just found buried treasure. "Oh, Mommie!" He plunged his face between her legs, rubbing it against her sopping-wet cunt, smearing his flushed cheeks with her sticky pussy juice. Alicia reached down,.