Her arms were covered with a fine downy covering of hair that ended just below the sleeve of her oversized t-shirt. The opening of her sleeve and her ...ovements as she assembled my drink allowed glimpses of a white bra strap and maybe the hint of a bra cup. She handed me my drink with a smile. I looked into her dark brown eyes and smiled back.I took my cup, wrapping my mitts around its near scalding hot, paper sides. Fate chose a seat for me at a counter that ran along the floor to ceiling. Fir mene dhire se ma’m ko khada kiya aur unke boobs ko pakadte huye unke lips par apne lips rakh diye. Fir dhire dhrie unko kiss karne laga. Unko bada maza aa rha tha lips kiss karne mein. Fir hum dono dhire dhire ekdusre ki tounge (Jibh) ko chatne lage. Bahut maja aa rha tha ma’m ki jibh lick karne mein. Sath sath mein , ma’m ke boobs ko daba rha tha. Aur fir mein ma’m ki gardan par chumte huye unke boobs par chumne laga. Mein unke nipples suck kar rha tha. Aur dhire dhire udhar pe bite kar. All morning she was looking at the clock because she couldn’t wait to go back to David’s flat. They left at three o’clock and got back at three thirty.Earlier on in the day she had to take someone shopping so she had to change into her pop socks and her brown boots. When they got to the flat she took her boots off and walked around in her pop socks making her feet look even more sexier. David had taken his shoes off and they were standing kissing and cuddling. Then David said “let’s go to bed”,. I couldn't write like that in a hundred years. It's just that you could cut about half of it without hurting the rest." My niece, the literature critic," he laughed. "Maybe you can pick up the torch after I quit this stuff. It looks like it's sort of the family business anyway." I don't think I could ever get as good as you or dad." Nobody starts out writing like a pro, kiddo. You have to read and write a lot before you can crank out anything that's worth a damn. I could show you the kind of.