Meine pani piyaa or phir reema ke baare mein sochte hue let gyaa ki..kyaa mujhe usse kuch mil saktaa hai. Reema phir se mere sar par pattiyan karne la...i. Ab to meraa land uske haath ke sparsh se hi uttejit ho gyaa, mann to kar rahaa thaa ki mein usse abhi apni baahon mein pakad kar apne saath litaa lun or uske jism ke saath maje karoon. Ab raat ke 8 baj rahe the or mein kuch aaisaa karne ki soch rahaa thaa jisse woh kuch or waqt ruk jaaye. Meine uske momoo ki taraf dekhte hue khaa ki”reema kyaa. We still both lived with our parents so getting a place to ourselves wasnt always easy. To be fair to her she was very resourceful in making sure I was kept satisfied!Anna and I had started to push the boundries sexually and she had been very open about the fact she would be happy to try pretty much anything I wanted. However my thoughts when we went on holiday were pretty much just being thrilled that i'd be able to fuck the living daylights out of her as and when i pleased!Laying by the pool. I don't know why her touch causes my penis to twitch. The touch seems so innocent.We stay for two hours but it feels like only fifteen minutes.I drive her home."Would you like to come in?" Katie asks.That sounds great. We can continue to talk and I'm curious what her tastes are like. Does she decorate with a modern look or country or what? I might get some good ideas for my place.Inside her place she asks, "Do you want a drink?" No thanks." Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."I sit on. So, you're back on the birds again.Those geese are huge! Where in the name of creation will I keep them?The neighbors are complaining, rightfully so,and it is impossible to sleep through this racket.Now let this be the end of this.Cordially,VioletDAY SEVEN:Bob,What the hell's with you and these fucking birds?!? Seven swans-a-swimming? What kind of goddamn joke is this?There's bird shit all over the house and they never stop with the racket.Stop with this sadistic nonsense.This is not funny.