I part my lips to say something but no words come out. That is most perplexing, because, as I entered the gazebo and left the gravel, the low heels of...my sandals click-clack on the rough stone floor and I can clearly hear that, as well as the faint throbbing rhythm. He must have heard my footsteps, because he turns around to face me. I inhale deeply; he has every appearance of a Greek god come to life.His proportions are perfect. Not an ounce of fat is visible, unlike my 300-and then-some. I need a spell to erase my existence. No flesh, no soul, I completely cease to exist in any form. Every night, I sit at my desk and run through the numbers, trying to figure out a way to break my curse. My magic won’t let me perform the spell itself, but once the runic formula is perfected, someone else can perform it on me. Every time I try a new spell, I do so with the full intent of dying in that very seat, hoping that there is no afterlife or next world, and I’m going to try again tonight.. She was about to clean that too, but someone knocked the door. Bhabhi: Avantika, I heard some wired sounds. You fine….open the door. Surely she heard the moans of Avantika. She was gone so wild that she didn’t realize how loud she is. She cleaned my dick with the talent of her tongue and hid me in her cupboard. She wore her top and shorts in hurry and opened the door. Bhabhi: what is going on? What do those sounds mean? Avantika: what sounds Bhabhi? Bhabhi: don’t fool me, you know it better…..I. My friend’s neighbor was a nasty man of around 53 years, he was like a giant. He used to stare at my friends mom, she also used to give her some encouraging looks. One day I found my friends mom and their neighbor talking.Within few days they become goods friends, one day me and my friend were studying in the study room on the top floor and his mother was alone in the house, I told my friend that I will stay for night, she prepared dinner for us and told us not to study for the whole night and.