Wo ek non vej msg th jab use pta chla ki sms mre pas aa gya hai th wo mafi mangne lagi maine kha koi bat nahi aur main so gya rat krb 1 bje meri aankh...n khuli th main uske rum me chla gya wo ghri neend me thi usne nite suit phna hua th kya bataun yr bahut mast lg rhi thi main th pagal hua ja rha th khud pr cntrl Krna namumkin ho gya th uski peeth mri trf thi main uske pas jakar baitha aur uske chutado par hth rkh diya wow kya soft the yr wo! Main un pr hath ghumane lga bda maja aa rha th mujhe. Just then the robust door chimes could be heard tolling someone’s arrival. Scarlett hopped up and said, “Oh, that’s probably Owen.”Dave said, “Oh, yes, my wife’s tattoo artist.”Felicity looked puzzled and he explained, “You’ll have to read the book another one of my wives wrote about the Circle.”Felicity pointed to the table beside one of the chaises on the patio and there sat a new copy of Cricket’s book. “I do intend to read it this weekend. Scarlett just gave me the book about an hour. Her mouth is dry and she is afraid that if she tries to speak it will come out as an obscene croak. She lowers her eyes and smiles shyly. He catches her chin gently and pulls her through the door, raising her chin he plants a small kiss on her cheek. He again marvels at the arousing combination of strength, vulnerability and pure lust that he sees in her eyes. “Are you ready?” he asks. He feels her knees buckle slightly as his strong voice washes over her. She whimpers, “Yes.” He kisses her,. "Ruth, either get off your high horse or go back to the motel."She could only push Elliott so far and she knew it. Though she didn't like any of this, she decided to go along and keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. She smiled sheepishly, slipping her arm through his and saying, "I have been a little bitchy, haven't I, darling?" That isn't exactly the way I would've phrased it, but yes, you have been somewhat bitchy ever since we crossed the bridge this noon." I'm sorry, Elliott. It's.