I reach down with one hand and touch myself through my panties, pressing the silky fabric between my legs. I rub my fingers across my clitoris, enjoyi...g the friction of my panties rubbing against me. As I stroke myself, I imagine a man’s fingers there instead of mine, and try to envision his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my wetness. I see Jacob’s face there, but quickly push it away. He’s not the one for me. My parents would never allow it, and I’m not attracted to him anyway. I. Aur aj me aapane best frnd ki shadi me jaane ki taiyari me laga hu..!!Me :- Ragini(my wife)……Ragini :- ha baba… ab kya hua q chilla rahe ho….!! Me :- sari packing ho chuki ya abhi bhi kuch baki he.. janti hona tum har baar kuch na kuch bhul jaati ho aur fir muje en wqut pr bhagana padata he…!!Ragini :- Accha aap to badi acchi yaardast rakhate he sari chize yaad se bharate he… janab.. jarra nicche dekhnge aap kuch bhul gaye he…Me(Niche dekhate hue..) :- Ohhh… No.. meri pent…!!!Ragini :- Hmmm…!!. "So handsome," she muttered, "have always loved those dimples." Her touch slid down to my shoulders and chest and she whispered again in my ear "No matter what happens, no noise!" I nodded my understanding. Finally her fingers worked their way lower and lower, touching my belly, then my upper thighs. She slipped aside my boxers and began to gently tickle my balls. I exhaled contentedly. She put her lips next to my ear, kissed me, and whispered "I've made you so frustrated this week, haven't I?. ” And that was boring.Boring…. Utterly, repulsively, disgustingly, malignantly boring.Next to it was a particular reality. The Force looked in as a melodrama played out. The man in the skintight suit with the pointy cowl giving a speech about moral righteousness, the lady in her skintight outfit offering sexual pleasures, they would flirt, they would fight, he would capture her, and she would escape from the police and the dance would continue… riveting, for the first million times you watched.