The hell with the apartment - it looked like the meeting up was on. Then my partner decided she wanted to come with me - meeting off! Then it was real...sed she had an appointment that couldn't be changed - meeting on!Then it was tonight and we knew it was really going to happen.My text message was succinct - 217.A tap on the door. A glance through the spy hole. A click and open the door and she came in.The lights were down low.We had rehearsed this moment in our heads, in e-mails, on the phone,. " "Man, the thing to do when you fall off is just get right back on," I was told; "get your social life started again." Nobody seemed to remember that, pre-Susan, my "social life" had been pretty much a zero; that kind of goes with the status of certified nerd. Besides, when you've had your dream and lost it, it's tough to get all excited over the idea of settling for an empty substitute.But my friends didn't want to listen to that, which they downplayed as "just whining." I'm not sure why. One day my girlfriend asked me to come to her home as soon as possible. I reached her home as quickly as possible. I rang the bell she opened the door. She was wearing a green anarkali dress. She smiled and greeted me. And then asked me to come inside quickly and she shut the door, once I’ve entered.Then she turned towards me n hugged me n said parents are out we got whole day. After hearing this i hugged her tightly, rubbed her back her neck, hairs, hips. And i squeezed her hips too. She. He said that if I wanted it, he would also fuck me, but he was basically tired because of the demands on his own cock throughout the competition that what he truly wanted was someone who would give his butt a really good fuck when he came back it the evening so that he became completely relaxed and ready for the next day’s activities. He told me that he doubted if any of the fans realise what hard work it was competing in such an event. Contestants were simply worn out at the end of the day.