The bedside lamp wasn't very bright, and the wallpaper was yellowed, with faded green vines and pale pink rosebuds running upward to an uneven, cracke... ceiling. Painted floor, no carpet. I noticed a sort of musty, dusty smell, as if the room had been closed for a long time, but it was inviting in a homey, nostalgic way. It reminded me of the upstairs of a cottage our family had rented one summer when I was... fourteen, I think. Steam hissed in an old radiator, probably just turned on, and it. His hand slowly crept down to my ass, I was expecting him to grab it but he just left it there, moving it occasionally. I stood up and pulled his legs towards me, making him lie down on the couch. I laid beside him with one leg hooked over his hip. I began to stroke his side as the kissing continued. The taste of the Italian mixed with the wine was intoxicating. I needed more of him Figaro, I had not been touched passionately in forever. I started to un button his shirt. His eyes never left. He had stressed over and over again that the infantry had to be ready to attack as soon as the artillery had stopped firing. His was concerned that if they let the defenders catch their wits after the artillery barrage, then they would fortify the rubble and then they would have to fight even harder because rubble was easier to defend then regular buildings. What scared Marion the most was that she knew that Luke knew from personal experience what he was talking about. The only good thing. . And then the it was one of our favourite songs.. Guess all of you know it and love this song. It was the song from Hrithik Roshan’s movie Bang Bang.. ” TU TU TU MERI RI RI RI. MEIN TERA RA HONE LAGA!” This song was just just perfect was both of us.. kyuki ab woh meri hone lagi aur mein uska..we hugged each other and were dancing and singing this song. While doing so I started feeling her ass. I looked into her eyes and I could see all the love in her eyes with a little lust. And jaise hindi.