Pyar ka naam chhodo aise behave karta hai mano main uski juti hu. Jab dekho marta hai. Mein bhi aurat hu. Mere bhi kuch armaan hai, icchhhayen hai. Le...in woh nahi manta.”Main unhe dilasa deta raha, aur woh mere baho me roti rahi. Raat kaphi der hone chali thi. Aur woh boli “aap bishvas kare aaj main bahut khush hu, kyon ke mujhe samjhne wala koi mila. Aap kitne achhe hai, main sochti hu kaas mere pati me aap ke jaise kuchh gunn hote to main kitna khus hoti.Raat der hone chali thi aur mein ghar. ”Almost immediately they heard a car pull up. They saw Sergeant Wardlow getting out and walking up the garden path.“I’d better go and change,” Laura said, “l don’t want him staring at my tits half hanging out when l’m telling him my story. You’d better fuck me later though, l deserve it.” She patted the slight bulge in his trousers before running up the stairs.Ten minutes later they were all sat in the lounge, Laura sat with her mother on the sofa, David smiled inwardly when he saw how sweet. He looked about thirty-five, thirty-six, but it could’ve been just the way he carried himself. He had the most probing kind of eyes, and had just the right amount of facial hair.“You’re Johanna,” he stated, his voice deep and masculine as hell.Then he sat down next to me and chugged the rest of my glass. He eased back comfortably, put a warm arm around my shoulders, and said hello to Roger. I was confused. His body language already said he owned me.This is the guy, I realized.Fuck.“Johanna,”. The flowery top and lacy bottom resembled a pair of running shorts anyways. Besides it gave less friction between her legs for the long run she planned. As the small 80 pound, 4’9” girl dressed, she looked over her petite body in the full length mirror. The sun she had gotten the other day really highlighted her figure. Her skin had turned to a golden glow, and the pure white patches where her tiny suit had covered up her utmost private parts were in deep contrast to her figure. She was not.