I lean down, practically fall on his bed next to him, to which he laughs and helps me sit up, pressing a hand into the very small of my back and massa...ing-like he knows that is a 'hot spot' for me. He rolls back to his stomach. I straddle the backs of his muscular thighs, so I can reach his back comfortably, and start massaging him. While doing so, I grind my pelvis into his ass, seeking the tiniest relief and working my self up even more at the same time. After a few minutes, I lean over and. Shocked that he had actually spoken I held out the packet and offered him a cigarette. He took it between his long spindly fingers and kicked the ball back to his friends and lay down beside me and waited for me to light it for him. “Where ya from?” He asked in a London/Jamaican hybrid accent as he exhaled a plume of smoke. “Over there,” I nervously replied, “behind the shops.” I stopped myself being too specific. “No; where ya from?” He persevered, “ya don’t sound local.” “Oh,” I. Main theek hai kahete hue uske Lund par se uth gaya aor apni waist se string nikal kar mere Lund ko free kar dya aor poocha ke main bed par kaise letoon?Voh bola, “tum apni gaand ke neeche ake pillow rakh kar apne back ko bed par rakte hue seedhe late jao tumhara stomach ooper rahe, tumhari gaand ke neeche pillow rahene se tumhari gaand ooper uthi hui rahegi tum usi pose mein lete lete apne dono pairon ko apne dono hathonse pakad kar expand kardo”.Main apni gaand ke neeche ake pillow rakh lya. Sarah and Vivienne exchanged glances of awed approval and settled back into the soft cool leather of the cushions with little wiggles of excitement as the house lights winked twice. ‘Do you know this ballet?’ Vivienne whispered to Sarah who shook her head. ‘Briefly it’s about the threats to innocent young love. Daphnis and Chloe are young lovers who suffer first the flirtations of young maidens with Daphnis, then Chloe’s jealous encouragement of a young shepherd, and then the crude Dorkon’s.