Wo jaise hi naha kar nikli doston kya bataon gore gore badan pe kale kale bal jism bheega hua bal bhege sharir tawel me lipta mano kahar dha raha ho k...mal ki lag rahi thi wo drier le kar bal sukhane lagi main ne rok liya bola ki tum thaki ho ao massage kar dunUsne kaha k mujhe massage bhi ati hai main ne kaha aisa karunga ki life time nahi bholegiMain ne use jammen par bithaya or thanda tel le kar uske sir pe ghumane laga 5 min me wo ankhe band karne lagi usne kaha yar itna maja a raha hai. ' Why didn't you tell me? I answered."Not like that. Just ... I knew. Like man-woman knowledge," he said. "And you did too, if you're honest about it. She gave you plenty of warning. And she's been wearing the clothes you said you liked, not her goth look. That's not by accident."So what should I do now? I asked in exasperation."It's your life, not 'ours.' Do what you want."She had that patient look on her face."Did you and Martinez thrash out an answer yet?" What? Oh, well. Um. No. He said I. I groaned and opened my eyes to a room full of sunshine. Dancing clusters of sparkles and glowing dust motes drifted in the sunbeams filling my field of vision as I attempted to focus and give the optical center of my brain a chance to sort out the dazzling array of visual information. For several seconds I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember where I was. Naked, comfortable, and warm in bed with my partner next to me; her bare bottom pressed against my crotch and her erect nipples. Und mit dieser Einstellung könnte Sie durchaus recht haben, denn auch wenn Franziska ein bisschen einfältig, naiv und nicht übermäßig klug ist, so kann sie optisch definitiv überzeugen: Sie ist 1,72 Meter groß und hatte einen amazonenhaften Körper: Ihre leuchtend blonden Haare gehen ihr bis über Schulterblätter und glänzen wie ein goldener Vorhang, wenn Sie sie offen trägt. Ihre blauen, kristallklaren Augen halten die Blicke ihre Gesprächspartner häufig gefangen, nur während ihrer Fahrstunden.