I checked the table she was sitting at and saw no extra glasses or bottles, only a tall glass that looked to contain a Pimms No1. Marvellous! It's a w...ll known fact that girls who drink Pimms No1 are up always up for it and screw like rabid rattlesnakes (well that's what Jonty Barlow reckons and he has indulged in more rumpty pumpty than the whole of the Chelsea football team put together, reserves and all!)I got a couple of packets of peanuts from Kevin and sauntered over to her table. As I. Fir usne bola aap fresh ho lijiye mai kuch thnda lati hu ,maine use dekhte huye bola ab thnda naikuch hot he lunga wo smjh gyi mai uski baat kr rha hu aur smile kr k kitchen me chli gayi mai v fresh hokar sofe pe baith gya. Wo bear aur saath me coldrink ke do do bottle le ke aayi main eek beer uthayi aur pine laga usne beer aur coldrink ek glass me mix kiya aur pine lagi aurmere bagal me baith gayi. Uska haanth merijangho pet ha mai bhi uske pairo ko jangho ko shla rha tha .Usne bola abhi ek. Skilfully her digit probed the small protuberance, bringing small mewling sighs to her trembling lips. Then it was upon her, the light in her mind burst into a thousand stars and she shuddered to her peak, not once but twice. Her eyes opened in recognition of this new development; how delightful. If only she had more time, she would have explore this revelation further. As it turned out she had been a little too tardy. A polite knock sounded at the door."Lady Jane, are you quite ready? We. I broke the kiss once more so that I could take a look at him. His arms were big, obvious that he worked out. He was tanned, but not too dark. His chest was hair free, apart from the dark trail of hair from his bellybutton, leading down into his trousers. I adjust my position, so that I am now above his knees. As he watches me, I move my hands to the waistband of his jeans and begin to undo his belt. I see his breathing quicken. I lean my head down, kissing his collarbones, trailing more kisses.