There are so many clichés that float through my brain when I write and I repel them because my life is not about clichés. Also, it isn’t about car...or bike. Salt or pepper. Window or aisle. It is about the people and experiences you have in life that matter. So, in closing this small prolog, which I hope leads to more chapters, my life goes on and I am a winner. I believe in full circle power and magic. My new friend contributed a sugar sweet hot space in my forever expanding circle of. Meri taraf gusse se dekha. Fir kuch bole bina muskurane laga. Main samajh gayi.Mujhe bistar par lita kar mere badan ko chumne laga. Tab mera dhyan deewar par lage sasurji ki ek tasveer par gaya. Sharam ke maare maine apni aankhe band kar li. Dheere-dheere woh meri maxi khol raha tha. Apne sakt haath andar daalkar mere boobs bahar nikaal liye.“Wah bhabhi…aap ke to bohut bade hai.”“Kyu, achhe nahi lage?”Muskura kar woh bola, “Mujhe bade achhe lagte hai.”Ye kehkar woh mere boobs chumne laga,. "So what was the final number?" Thirteen pounds, and maybe an inch and a half at my waistline," saidBrian proudly, opening his robe and tapping his flat stomach as he bitoff another chunk of the bar. "Really, thirteen in three weeks was evenbetter than I thought I could do." Ok, but you still have the manners of a caveman," said Lori. "Girlschew with their mouths closed and do not swallow things like that inthree bites." Well some girls I know could probably do it in one," joked Brian."Really?. A few minutes later I start going down on her and wanted to taste her delightful pussy which was smelling amazing and buried my nose and smelt for a bit ….Then kissed her pussy and tongued for a while and inserting my finger at her same time and she started moaning and breathing heavily so I understood and increased my pace nd she started cumming on my face and she tasted was like honey and whipped cream, all flavours mixed with perfect ingredients and she literally asked to bang the shit out.