Usnay mujh ko ghoora aur bola “ ek shart par teray ghar walon ko tumhari harkaton kay baray naheen bataaonga “ yeah bol kar us nay apna pant ki zi... tezi say kholi aur apna lund ( jo ki kharra naheen tha ) bahar nikala aur phir bola “ is ko khush karogay to kisi ko kuchh naheen bataaoonga”. Uska lund dekh kar mein pehlay hi rona bhool gia tha aur uski baat sunnay kay baad mein nay kuchh naheen kaha, lorray ko haath mein liya aur pura ka pura lund ek dafa hi mein munh main daal lia. Dekhtay hi. She accepted and we met at a restaurant. After dinner, we started to talk and walk around duomo. The air was a bit chilly and she held my hand…trust me I got the shiver that Milan cold couldn’t give me. Nothing romantic…it’s just Italian way. We got a bit personal and I held her, looked into her eyes and told her that she is beautiful. She came every close to me and we kissed. Here I have to mention that whenever I get compliments on kissing ability…I thank her in my heart. We decided to go to. "Well," Ryan said. "Since you got to do it, would you mind if I took aturn?" I shook my head, grinning only slightly. THIS I had to see."Maybe, if you feel like it," Ryan said, "you can help. If you want."Ryan lifted his arms and hit a double biceps pose. Those arms could haveshot out the lights! They bulged with solid blocks of muscle. He flexedand unflexed them, extending his arms wide as he did so. The musclesthrobbed and danced, rippling with veins and lumpy fibers of muscle. . I reach back and she places a napkin in my hand with her number on it all without saying a word or drawing suspicion. DAMN she's good!This was the time for everything to stay on the low and so the rest of the night at the conference was just of us catching eyes and smirking because we both knew what was to come next. I noticed she got up and went to the restroom so I sent her a quick text since I knew she was alone. She responded back asking me where I was staying and if she could visit me the.