To live in whatever way she wanted, to be hers when ever she called for him. To ache for her touch, to be consumed by her will. He could not turn back... his soul was hers! His mouth touching the very place that he so desperately needed to fill his hunger. The touch of his tongue seemed to bring about a wild beast in her, she pushed her body towards him. Holding herself open for him, displaying to him how much she wanted him to taste her. His tongue lapping at her juices, tasting the sweetness. M t shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts. That brief fantasy of me talking to him was soon cut short my my over-processing and realistic brain. Forget it girl, he’s probably married. I soon had forgot about it and sauntered off to the shower. I note that when people are usually naked, (especially in erotic literature) they describe themselves and say their name. So I think I will follow suit. My name is Elizabeth de Groot. What is a naked body without a name? So there, we’ve met. Now for the more. So I knockedagain. Finally we heard some movement inside, followed by the sound ofthe door being unlocked. It opened slowly and a tall, dark haired womancame into view. She was older than the two of us, perhaps in her earlyto mid-forties. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and navypencil skirt and she seemed very surprised to see us standing in herdoorway."I'm sorry the shop is closed." We're not here for your shop. My name is Ruth and this is my friendLucy. I'm looking for my husband,". Aur me 2 din bad waha pahoch gaya to muje laga tha ki hum shayd bahar hi milenge lekin baroda pahoch ke mene usko call kiya tab usne bataya ki bahar nahi me tuje address send kar rahi hu sidha mere ghar pe Hi aaja baki bate milke karte hai me bataye hue address pe pahoch gaya..Door bell bajaya to usne door open. Kiya ek sexy smile ke sath aur muje ander bulaya bithake wo pani lene chali gayi usne blue sari pehni thi piche se kya maal lag rahi thi mere to tab Hi tan gaya tha uska back dekh ke.