‘Kiss me.’ The request raised my eyebrows. There had been no such desire palpable between us despite one pretty good night years past, no indicati...n from him that his mind would go down this road. Still, I counted him as a friend, and when I left he became just one more inevitable opponent. I couldn’t think of a better end to our friendship, and so I crossed to him and gently placed my hands on his hips as his encircled me. The kiss was sad, not passionate, but nice. Human contact was something. Ussle chut mein ek bhi bhal nahi tha. Mein uske chut chusne laga. Usse maja aaratha tha who siskiriya le rathi or bol rathi thi rahul or chuso or chuso muze maza aaraha hai. Kaafi dino se mein nahi chudai mere husband mera chut nahi chat tha. Muje chut chatwane mein maza aatha hai. Mein uska chut chat rahatha or ko maza aara tha. Phir mein ne aapna land nikala who mere lund ko chusne laga mere muh se haaa hhaa hha kar ke aawaz aartha tha. Phir mein usko bed mein letha diya or uske chut mein. “Surprise!” her father had called, before his jaw had dropped in awe at Annie’s new, elaborate face-tattoo.Truthfully, it started well below her face - like the tan one would get from wearing a low-cut shirt in the sun, it began between her breasts and bloomed outward from there. The lowest part of the tattoo was a rose-stem, but instead of a single flower, it led to a garden of filthy body-parts, sex toys, and ropes of white cum.At a glance, the lower half of the tattoo could almost be. At work - she avoided me like the plague. Like most of the office people did to us network techs. That is unless something was broke. At home, dressed up, we were rapidly becoming best friends. Or should I say best 'girl friends'. At least I thought so.But, over the course of months that our little 'affair' was happening, I was also going nuts. I wasn't getting any sexual release. I no longer went out with the guys. I was too busy pandering to Debbie's whims. I no longer pursued other girls. I.