It appealed to the voyeur in me to sneak a peek at someone behaving naturally when the camera was off. There was an honesty in people that was hard to...find when they knew they were being watch. As I spoke, she didn't startle, but that moment of honesty was gone as she straightened in her seat, "... mind if I sit?" She didn't. At least she didn't say otherwise, and she didn't strike me as the type of woman that would be timid about telling my type of man to piss off. She wasn't the type to. Husband? ... oh Jesus! When ... how ... I mean, where did... ?”Sharon finally took pity on the woman. “Terry, we have a lot to catch up on ... but for now, do you think you could get us a room? We’re tired and we really, really ... really need a shower!”“ ... Or two!” I contributed.Sharon took my hand and smiled up at me. “ ... Or more!” she remarked.“Oh, God, yes,” Teresa answered. I wasn’t sure if she was reacting to how ripe Sharon and I smelled or whether she was just responding to Sharon’s. Kaur (withholding her full name) sent me an email. We exchanged a few emails and I sent her my pic and asked for hers. She told me she is from a very conservative family, so she is reluctant to send a pic. She said she would instead meet me at a bar that evening in Dublin.I was a little late for our date, so when I reached the bar, she was already waiting for me. As soon as I saw her, I was dumbfounded by her beauty. She had long black hair, beautiful brown eyes and flawless skin. Her body was. Maine aur ek bar request kiya “Please mausi sirf ek bar tumhare boobs dabane do plsss” ab woh aur gussa hogayi thi aur mujhe ek zabardast chata mara.Ab mujhe bahut gussa agaya aur me bola “Sali kutiya tu mujhe chata maaregi.Teek hai abhi me bahar jata hu aur sabko batatu hu ke tumne hi mujhe ghar pe bulaya aur baato baato mein mere saath zabardasti karne lagi,,,yaha tak ki mera lund bhi pakadne lagi.Gaav me tho tera image kya hai tu janti hai na aur ye bhi janti hai ke mujhe sab kitna acha.