Main to pagal ho gaya tha. Usne mere tatto ko bhi ache se choosa aur mera land bhi choosa. Meri to halat kharab thi mazay se wo bhi ache se choos raha...tha. Usne poocha maza aaya, maine kaha haan. Maine kaha ab ghusao, fir usne land ghusaya. Wahh! andar jaane ka ek ek pal bahut he acha tha. Uska land meri gand ko faila raha tha. Aur mera land to bas maal nikalne he wala tha. Fir uska kaala land ache se chala gaya. Maze ke mare muh se aah aah nikal rahi thi. Maine dusre ka land mazay mein ache se. .. when you buyshit it's kind of to feel pretty or sexy, so as girls go you reallydon't own kind of every day practical clothes to hang around thehouse." Aaahhhh," Tim replied. "That makes a lot of sense." Well it does when you never think you'd be in the position of dressingevery day?" said Jacob, tossing up his hands. "Kind of also all of asudden being the woman stuck in the house." Yup, I get it. So all you have is sexy kind of fetish wear?" Timasked, rubbing his chin. "Did I say that. Two very different things. And I won’t be insulted if you tell me it’s purely because of the singing.”“You sound very secure,” she said with a smile. “Want to come home with me and see how good it might be?”“I can’t commit to singing with you,” I said.“Did you just turn me down?” she asked, hands on hips.“You have me thoroughly confused now. I don’t know the terms of the deal I’d be agreeing to!”“No terms. You come home with me, we fool around for a couple of hours, and then decide if we want. I just need to get this last bit.” . . . hard work . . . will spoil your pretty face . . . you need rest . . . relax . . . I can help you . . . She felt a cold touch, that was not a touch, on the back of her leg. He touched her right through the blanket as if it wasn’t there at all. She sighed and lay her face on the vellum page. In truth, she was too tired to translate anymore from the dusty old book. She felt fingers without weight or substance caress her thigh, upward and inward. She lifted.