Bhabhi chal chalu, bhabhi pe hi line mar raha hai kya, nalayak, mai already book hu. Maine kaha nahi bhabhi jo real hai wo bata rha hu, aap ekdum hot ...agati ho kabhi kabhi to muje aapko hi proposed karne ka man hota hai uss din kapade badalte huye to aap jalwa lag rhi thi.Wo chauk gayi aur kaha kya mai ab wo bhi samaj gayi ki mai kya kahena chah raha tha. dhire dhire meri harakate bhi use najar aa rhi thi jab wo jukati to mai uske boobs pe dekhaa, chalati to gand ko niharta. Ab wo jyad mujse. We can play this game, but I know, and you know, that I am right."Susanne looked directly into Bree's eyes and attempted to refute Bree's explanation. But the truth was Bree was completely correct. As much as a part of her wanted to go back to before she met Bree and the time when her life made sense, a much bigger part of her was thankful for the aggressive attack by Bree. Deep down she knew she was desperate to submit and feel the complete thrill of letting go and accepting fate. Susanne. That was done by her intentionally to get my number.We talked for a week then. While sharing about my college days I told like weed is the best form of the drug. She asked, “No! There is much you haven’t tried then. Have you ever kissed a girl with full love?” I was stunned. I said that I didn’t get a chance to do so. I took that as a green signal. I asked to meet her.She said, “I don’t like to get out much. Why can’t you come over to my house?” Woohoo! With that sentence, I got a boner. Also,. It wasn’t until Susan had taken, and she was confident passed, her GCSE exams, that she really had time to think about her ‘feelings’. She had never gone beyond being able to sense where people were, and what they were doing. Of course her recent education had taught her the value of research and how to carry it out. She searched on line and visited the library, she sought out second hand bookshops and quickly amassed a vast quantity of information. She went through it all carefully. Clearly it.