Wo garam hone lagi. uske muh se siskariyan nikalne lagi….Sssshhhhhhhhhhh…..aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uuummmmmmmmmaaaa.aaaahhh………or main maje...se uske boobs ko dabaye ja raha tha..phir achanak se usne mujhe dhakka deke dur kar diya or jane lagi. maine use kamar se pakad ke apni god me bitha liyamera khada land uski gaand me chubhne laga wo thoda sa ghabrane lagi. par maine use samjha liya or kaha ki main uske sath aisa kuch nahi karunga wo bekar me dar rahi haibas main to use husn ka nazara. Trish had been my partner. I might never have another. She might be confident that women would fall at my feet; I had no such illusions.So I began to feel depressed that she was leaving me. I felt deserted, almost betrayed, but immediately berated myself. After all, I thought, until last week I never really felt that we were a permanent fixture. At least we both knew where we stood. She'd done me the favour of giving me time to adjust. I felt a surge of love for this woman who was so. I came to know that she lived alone with her 2 daughters and her husband in Gulf. She feared to drive in the traffic. In next 10 days I ended up offering her lift for at least 5 days, whether it was coincidence or deliberate no idea. At my usual time she used to be there, I was wondering whether she deliberately avoid her regular bus. Next one month it became regular for us to go together in evening also. By then we became very close and she was feeling comfortable with me though not holding my. This time she meets a guy called James for the first time, they had only spoken online for a day or 2 and never met. As proof that I was in the flat at the time this took place here is the first still of me making sure the camera view is setup to capture her being used properly: So they enter the living room and take a seat to chat about the normal stuff, trying to break the ice, after all they both know why they are there. Liz does look good in a nice pair of heels, even more so when you know.