Bob liked the fact that both of them were seated facing outward. Rare for New York, the table spacing in the lounge was sufficient to permit private c...nversation. He reintroduced the subject of their first meeting. "Jill, why in heaven's name did you ever pay fifty dollars to meet me? No one could conceivably be interested in me even five cents' worth."Jill grinned at him and sipped her martini. That was another surprise from the "white wine and Brie girl," as he continued to teasingly call. They’re just two rows behind me now. Ogodogodogod… The theater’s starting to seem a little dimmer, I realize. My pupils must be adjusting to the house lights. That’s got to be a good sign, right? It means I’m starting to come out of this, way ahead of everyone else. I just need to wake up completely, and I…oh, fuck, I can hear them moving around behind me now, I don’t have time, they’re going to take me, they’re going to take me and drag me off and turn me into a sex slave and I can’t fucking. Kumbhakarna you areI took the blanket and lied with it. She started teasing and started dragging the blanket. I acted like I am getting irritated. She started enjoying that. She was laughing when I was telling “please aunty, leave the blanket, let me sleep”. Suddenly I got up and snatched the towel which was securing her half breasts.Aunty: (in shock) heyyy madduuu..I was laughing and she is hiding her breasts with hands and seeing me with anger. I started laughing more. She got angry and. R Tur picks up his glass of punch and takes another sip. After a few minutes Scuford stands up, smiling, without a word he kneels on the floor between R Tur’s thighs.- I am entitled to return you the favor, he said, grabbing R Tur with a firm hand.Eyes closed, he leans on the bull’s sex, sniffs, gently rubbing to test its hardness and licking the salty liquid that flows from the penis in front of him. His magnificent beardless face reminds R Tur of a c***d feasting on a lollipop but those.