Sab se pehle mai unsab fans se maafi maangna chahta hu ke mai aapki sabhi mails ka reply nahi ker paata hu, kuch fans especially jo reh jaate hain mai...iss bar koshish keruga ke aap sab ko mail ker saku. Keep mailing me.This is one more incident happended to me few months back, when I was in chandigarh for a company meeting, there were many girls in the meeting cuse it was companies quarterly review, and we all there on time, it was when manpreet kour, one of the girl in the meeting case from. ‘Come on, let’s go.’ ‘What? What are you doing?’ Ryan tried to get her arm back but Lara wouldn’t let go. ‘We’re going to find a place to sit and talk.’ ‘Why?’ Ryan almost had to run to keep up with her friend. ‘What’s got you so pissed off?’ Lara all but dragged her into a restaurant. They found a booth in the back and were quiet while waiting for a server. Lara ordered iced teas and sandwiches for them. Ryan, not sure how to read her friend’s mood,said nothing. ‘Okay, talk to me. What’s going. But for now, I just want to share a piece of advice with you that my father once gave me ahead of competing in a swimming gala. I competed for the town swimming club at every age group from 10 to 16 years old and I wasn’t bad, as it happens (as I say, more of that later). I must have been quite young, 11 or 12 perhaps, when Dad said ‘take a look at the opposition, work out who the real competition is, and then feel sorry for them, because you are going to win today, not them’. It didn’t always. Originally it made it easier to think my wife was making up these stories but my best friend confirmed after reluctantly admitting to it in some detail. A short time later I began to entertain more of these thoughts and frequently found myself strangely aroused. During sex we would talk about her fucking men we knew and she would moan in approval even suggesting shed be a good lil slut and the best fuck he ever had. With her bedroom eyes glazed over with lust she would openly fantasize of these.