He has the most incredible blue eyes I have ever seen. Once I was able to pull away from staring at his eyes, my stare traveled to his mouth. His lips...looked so soft and kissable. I wondered what he would taste like. Our eyes meet again, he’s smiling at me. Impressed perhaps? Happy for my win? I’m smiling like a fool myself. Whether from the win, the attention he’s been giving me all night or all the mojito’s I’ve consumed while at the Black Jack table. I’ve lost track of the count. There was. She was about 5’5" dark haired, and thin with big boobs. She probably weighed about 120. She had tried to get things going with a couple of boyfriends, but things hadn’t panned out. My dad had moved away. She and I would sit out on the patio in front of her pool, and complain about how shitty things had turned since the Vietnam war started and so on.She’d have a couple of drinks. I’d smoke a joint. Over those few months, I discovered how lonely she was. She’d been a successful young editor at a. Born & brought up in Hyderabad. It was a long cherished dream to write this page, so that those who could wet themselves while reading my true sex story. To start with, let me tell you something about my husband. He is very handsome, with 5’7” in height, slightly tan colored, rugged look on his face with thick mustache. He looks really majestic & very sexy, with the kind of built he has. He calls me by the name ‘Sandy’ (name changed).We had a kind of a deal between us i.e. At times when we are. ’ We walked to the Camaro like it was just another day at the office, and we had just punched out at quitting time. I guess in a way it was just another day at the office, and we had narrowly avoided punching out forever. We pulled out of the parking lot slowly, after waiting for traffic, to attract no undue attention. Bear drove, and I sat lost in thought. I had learned a few things today. Never have a pattern in anything. If you live life predictably, niggas will take advantage of that shit..