She wore the same attire like yesterday. We reached a huge bungalow. It looked quite old. She stopped playing the violin and turned towards me in same...beautiful attire.This is the second time that I was again lost in her beauty.“Keep playing! Why did you stop? Is this where you stay?” I said as I saw the bungalow behind her.“Would you like to come in for a while?” she asked and how could I decline that.I went inside with her. Her home wore quite an eerie atmosphere. She kept her violin in a. No hassle, no nothing."With that, he changed the subject ... a little later, he said we better leave before the bartender closes. "If you want, I live a couple of blocks from here ... we can have a drink at my place."His apartment was unbelievable ... it was on the 10th floor with a view of the park. As we had another drink, he excused himself, and came back in a robe ... wanted to get comfortable, he said. I was still curious about the conversation we had, and he smiled when I asked a couple. She took a few steps toward the silent crowd and opened her mouth to say something before being pushed to the ground with a groan. A man stood hunched and bent behind where she had been a moment before. The man looked sick. His hair was falling out, and his skin appeared cracked and discolored. His eyes were the worst part of his features. Bleeding and leaking puss from under their lids they followed the limbless woman’s fall to the ground. Jonathan knew what was going to happen a moment before. I carried her inside the suite and turned her around and she invited me for the kiss and we were kissing like mad dogs. No matter how many times I make love to Anitha and she looks up to it as the first time and that’s the best thing which keeps our illegal relationship going and we are horny for each other even after years of fucking around. I made her sit on the table and came on my knees, lifted her right leg and removed her heel and kissed her foot sucked her toe fingers over the stockings.