There was an awkward pause. “Are you coming in then?” “Do you want me to?” “Yeah,” Lydia looked downwards demurely. Andrew moved towards ...er and gently held her hand for a second. “We’d better get inside then,” he whispered tenderly. Lydia nodded and turned towards the front door, pulling out her key and turning it in the lock. When they entered, they walked through the hallway. Shaahira had already come out to greet them from the living room. She gave her mother a hug. “Good date?” Lydia. .wo dar gei aur kehny lagi yeh theek nhi ha….main usko bedroom main ley geya aur usky boobs maslnay laga wo virodh krti rehi ahista ahista main apna hand us ki thighs pr ley geya aur us ki choot per hath pherny laga wo bi garam hoti jaa rehi thi ab main ny uski kameez utarni shuru kr di wo virodh krny lagi laikin main ny zabardasti uski kameez utar di wow blaick colour ka bra main us k boobs kia mast lag rehay thy main pagal sa ho geay aur zor sey usky bra ko keench kr phar diya aur us k boobs. I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine. The caffeine woke her up. She stepped on the balcony outside her living room. She lived on the ninth floor. In her hands, she had a blunt and a lighter. She relaxed on the outdoor wicker chaise lounge with water-resistant cushion. The early-morning late Summer air felt nice. She inhaled the marijuana.Once she felt her high, she went back inside. She picked up the wine glass and began to drink. She walked into the bedroom and looked at her phone. She had a text from Marshan Jackson, her current.