My other hand comes up and I run my thumb lightly over the chilled skin of your cheek. Your breath shudders and you bite your lower lip bewitchingly.I...grab your short hair in one hand, and jerk your head back 'till you're facing the bare branches above us. You whimper in pleasure. I frantically unwind the scarf from around your neck, and bury my face in your throat, nuzzling and licking, while our bodies twine together tightly.Now I pull you away from the tree, spin you around, and push you. .Abe booli ki ice cream ka kya kerun tho main booli lo or or godi banjyo or seema godi bangi..abe main ice cream ly ker use ki gand ki jo moti moti thi use ki hole per legy or rahul sy bool ki abe is ki gand ko chua chua ker safe ker or chat chat ker..seema booli wowo yr asi tho main kabhi nhi kiya aake or rahul apni gand merva rha hai or meri gand ko ice cream leker chat rha hai mazee aa gya…..or kuch daar baad main rhaul ki gand merni baand ki or or seema sy boolo kigand mervogi muje sy booli. The memories embarrassed her; they humiliated her, yet at the same time, they made her ache unbearably for more. She was nearly always wet and ready for his intrusion. Almost every place inside her house held a multitude of hedonistic memories that threatened to bury her in an avalanche of need and guilt. The first week, she had tried to pretend that nothing had happened the Friday before. Benji wouldn't allow it, though. He'd caught her at her car that Monday morning, as she had been trying to. What's the catch?" "There's no catch, sir," she told me. "We just want happy customers." We made an appointment for installation; she said the installer would arrive promptly at 12:30 p.m., as I requested. "Yeah, sure," I thought to myself. "I'll probably have to take the afternoon off... be lucky if he shows by 4 o'clock." So imagine my surprise when I looked up at 12:28 p.m. and saw a white van pulling into the visitor space outside my apartment. It said in large block letters on the side,.