The magistrate, harassed and fatigued, had descended to the garden of his house, and in a gloomy mood, similar to that in which Tarquin lopped off the...tallest poppies, he began knocking off with his cane the long and dying branches of the rose-trees, which, placed along the avenue, seemed like the spectres of the brilliant flowers which had bloomed in the past season. More than once he had reached that part of the garden where the famous boarded gate stood overlooking the deserted enclosure,. Two hours later you are still sitting on the couch, anxiously checking your watch. Why has no-one turned up? It's inexplicable!As midnight approaches, you have to face reality. Your invitations have clearly all been lost in the post.You start clearing up despondently, when suddenly the doorbell rings. You dash to the door and open it.On your doorstep are Stacy Smith and Gwen Doe, both wearing long coats."Hi John," says Gwen cheerfully, giving you a kiss on the cheek and squeezing past you. Fir ek din wo aa hi gaya dosto mujhe kuchh kaam se unke gaanw jana pada. Main mann hi mann soch raha tha ki aaj to chudae hogi hi kyun ki unke pati gov job karte the aur mahine ek baar hi ghar aate the wo apne bachho ke sath rahti thi aur baki ke parivar ke log wahi alag rahte the matlab poora mauka .Feb ka mahina dosto bike pe nikla unke ghar pahunchne se pahle baarish aa gayi aur highway me hone ki wajah se main poora bhig gaya tha jaise hi main pahucha unhone darwaja khola aaaah naha rahi. She sent me a few photos of herself just in her bra and panties and she had a beautiful body, with white soft skin with long black hair. Her breast were small but still perfect in my eyes and they suited the shape of her body perfectly.After a couple more emails we decided to meet as we did not live too far apart so we agreed on meeting in town first and have something to eat and see where things go from there, so when the day came for our meet I rushed round getting my self and the house ready.