He was wearing the same outfit he wore to their last meeting - black casual pants and a black sport shirt with a collar. He spoke again. "Close your e...es." She did so. "I've wanted to do this for a long time, Lucy..." She heard him take step and felt his hand run brush her right cheek and reach behind her head and his fingers run through her hair. Suddenly, he grabbed a hank of her hair and tugged her head back. Her mouth opened in shock and before she knew what was happening his mouth was over. Mu kahili nai aunty thau tamay ragiba mo uprey. Say kahilay tamaku mo rana kuha , mu jama ragibini . Mu sahas kari kahili aunty aji truth and dare game khaliba , and jaha bhi truth ki dare asiba sabu sata and dare bhi kariba but secret. Say kahilay ae gotay katha hau secret rahiba . Ta ameti game chalila say 1st 1st truth nelay , matay bhi dare delay etc etc, jetey beley say dare neichnti mu sahas kari kahili aunty tama dudha tk matay dakhaa.Say hathat chamkipadi kahilay a kana dare. Mu kahili. You have no idea.” “Oh, but I do! Come here, I’m going to fuck you.” I stood and pulled up my jeans. “No you’re not. I told you what this was about—a mouth fuck. That’s the only hole I’m giving you.” “Wh…what?” he reached for me, and I backed away from him. “Take me back to campus, I need my car.” I watched as anger filled his face. He walked toward me with what I thought was violence in his eyes. “Get the fuck out, find your own fucking ride back!” Not giving a shit about his funky attitude, I. The apartment is silent, I make my way to the bedroom, pulling the sheets back, and slip off my shoes. Why do I have these fantasies about her, she’s not my type, I’m married, my husband is a good man, our sex life is quite good. I’ve never been with a woman, yet she is my one fantasy. As I lay back on the bed, I picture her, her shapely legs, her nylon stockings, her breasts encased in her lace bra, her suit, in my imagination she unbuttons her blouse, her nipples standing hard in her white.