Uske honto ko apne danto se kati aur fir uske upar se uth gayi.Fir bed se utar kar uske samne adaao ke sath nangi chalti hui jakar uski pheki hui belt...uthayi aur bed par chahad kar uske tango ke paas khadi hokar boli: Ab tumhara khel yaha khatam.Naveen: Are mera khel to tumhe dekhte hi khatam ho gaya tha janemann.Main uske belt se uski jaangh par puri zor se ek chamat de maari jiss par woh dard ke mara cheekh utha aur bola: Dheere, just play, real mein mat maro aisa.Maine ek aur zor se de mari. "Huge props on volunteering to do the stunts. It all sounds like a piece of cake in a nice warm hotel conference room. Let me ask you something? When they bounce you off the trampoline and you fly twenty feet into a foam mattress it sounds like fun. I can see it in your eyes and I was you once. Just for sanity's sake, what happens to foam mattresses when it is minus twenty-five degrees? Does it turn into a giant ice cube and it is like landing on concrete?" Craig asked."I hate you," I told. This wasn't one of those athletic, superstar, multi-orgasmic things, where everybody passes out at the end. Rather, it was a joining of spirits along with our bodies, which created its own excitement and left us with a sweet sense of belonging and satisfaction.We slept with her incredible body artistically draped over mine, so either would feel skin contact with the other as we slept. My dreams were peaceful and happy—kind of 'R' rated 'Disney Dreams'.Next day, my lawyer called. It seems Ed was. ”Kelli giggled with delight as she rinsed through her hair. “Real shampoo ... and conditioner too!”“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven...” Perl said with a contented sigh, tilting her face up to let the hot water cascade over her.They luxuriated in the shower, washing away what felt like years of dirt. “I think the last decent shower I had was at Trixie’s,” Kelli said, stepping out of the cubicle and picking up a white fluffy towel from the heated rail. Wrapping it around herself, she groaned.