Maine dono chuchiyo ko muh me bhar k chusna suru kr diya, mai aise chus raha tha jaise koi chhota bchha apni ma ka dudh pi raha ho. Fir maine apni jib... se uski chichiyo ko gila kiya aur waha pe dant katne lga. Wo siskiya bharne lagi , maine kafi der tak uske chuchiyo ko masla aur jibh se use sehlata raha. Krib 10 min k bad use bed pe lita diya aur fir uski salwar ka nara kholkar 1 hi jhatke me utar di, ma kasam uski janghe dekh ke to mai pagal ho gaya, sali ki kya moti moti sudaul janghe thi.. This is New Year’s Eve. My late husband, Ted (You read his work as magichands) and I never went out on New Year’s eve. I asked him once, ‘Why Not!’ he told me he wanted to be just with me to start a New Year over again. I am a woman, stuff like that melts the heart, but then everything that man ever did melted my heart! Ted was a street reject when we met, in the depths of depression, he had lost a wife in a tragic freak accident. He simply fell apart, walked away from everything, ended up. " I'll have time, all sorts of accumulated leave, and we can use some of it up together."I hugged her. "It's a deal."She went off to fight people who wanted to destroy what we had out of envy and hatred (disguised as religion), and I went back to think up new ways for couples to be entertained by watching others have sex. It was a strange dichotomy.None of that stopped my regular job, acting. We were clicking, and we knew it. Ideas flowed thick and fast. We were getting things with a minimal of. She worked her fingers against her clit furiously, feeling herself coming. Asia felt alive and hungry for more. She was hungry for the grey eyes, the strong hands and the feel of the wind in her hair. “Crìsdean,” she whispered huskily—a name so new but yet so old. Crìsdean answered her call as she lay naked on her bed, waiting. When he came to her, Asia was lost between reality and a dream. It was only suitable that he would appear then, standing at the foot of her bed, his naked body.