The tall guy grabbed me by the waist and pulled me away towards him. My lips were stuck between the shorter guy’s teeth and I was yanked out of a go...d kiss to be pulled out of my chair into the tall guy’s mouth. The second kiss lasted longer and was much softer. His beard kept tickling me and his kiss was more moist and tender. The tall guy lifted my chin and pulled my butt towards his chair. I would have fallen down was it not for the tall guy holding me to him.I liked how hard the shorted guy. Agle din se bhabi ne kafi tight suit dalne shuru kar diya jis mein se sab kuch diktha tha, bhabi mujh se poochti ki kya meri koi girlfriend hai to maine mana kar diya aur kaha ki mujhe nahi pata ki ladkiyo se kaise baat karte hai to bhabi ne kaha ki kya tu mere se baat nahi kar raha jo ki koi itna mushkil to nahi hai to phir kis baat ka darr,kher raat ko bhabi ne mujhe kaha kit tum mere saath hi so jayo kaha zameen par letoge main phir se samaz nahi paaya raat ko bhabi ne mujhe bhi apne saath. And you know I like totease her. It makes me feel very sexy to be wanted like that. No, don'tstop, it's too nice to stop. So anyway, I was wearing my stockings cosshe likes the ooooh yes, that's so nice. Because she likes the lumpsthat metal clasps make in my skirt. That pencil skirt with the slit upthe front. The one you like so much. I'm sure she can barely keep herhands off me. Oh! My God! You are soooo good at this. Does it turn youon thinking about me flirting with Julia? Wearing stockings. He’s over and done with me and I sit here rotting. Waiting for the scar tissue around the hole in my mind (where all of the things I believed about him have been distorted, warped, changed and ripped out) to harden. Waiting for the scars across my torn fingerprints to close and fade into one of the many lines that say so much without speaking. He worked his way into my fingerprints. Fingerprints do change. They are lives. You can read a fortune upon them and, if you follow the curves,.