I really liked her very much since she gave me away my first racket (In time I realized that tennis was not my thing). I would not say that I had a cr...sh on her because I was ten years younger, but I enjoyed watching her in her tennis mini skirt when we shared the elevator ride.However, she never looked sexier than the day my mother sent me to ask her for some sugar, and Samantha received me wearing just her bathrobe. She had just taken a shower and still had her hair wet.Many of the times my. In my heart, my dear sweet lady, you will always be immortal. How can mere Death combat a deep and yearning Love that will exist within my aching breast for eternity?You had so much energy, my dearest love. In the vibrancy of your youth, you were so full of life that an ending to such a glorious existence appeared to be impossible. You were like a well-head of life, you brought me to life because before you my entity was merely one of existence without purpose. Oh how I remember your lips that. Woh mere tatte choosne lagi. Main jab behne wala tha to maine usse roka. Aur fir uski choot chaati aur nipples masalta raha.Woh moan karne lagi, “Meri jaan, chod de ab mujhe. Aur chaat mereko.”Fir jab woh gili ho gayi to maine condom laga ke uski choot pe ragadne laga. Woh chilane lagi, “Chod de mujhe ab harami saale. Chod de apni mausi ko.” Fir main uske andr ghusane laga par woh bohut tight thi kyunki woh virgin thi. Woh rone lagi aur kehne lagi, “Bahar nikal. Marr jaungi main. Nikal. I stuck my arms under her armpitsand dragged her over to my car. I opened the door and put her in theback seat and threw a blanket over her to hide her presence from pryingeyes. With her book bag in the passenger's seat, got in and drove off.When I got back to my apartment I went to the back seat and opened thedoor to grab her. When I pulled back the blanket she was awake and Idoubled over in pain where she surprised me with a kick in the crotch.She got out of the car and tried to run past me,.