We were separated by 20 feet or so and as he shot I was touching myself feeling feelings I never knew existed, bur excited me.I was wet and open and s...mehow I knew this is where he wanted to be, so I lay back on the wooden roundabout and raised my legs and closed my eyes.He touched my gently, running his finger along my wet vagina, and eased inside, there was a sharp pain then incredible pleasure, wave after wave washing through my body, I lay sobbing, pulling my knees closer to my body as my. Phir wo hasne lagi thodi thodi aur me toilet me jaake zip bandh karke aaya.Phir wo muskura rahi thi mai bhi samne muskuraya. Phir sham ho gayi to me niche aa gaya. Raat ko chat pe gaya to wo uska rumal wahi bhul gayi thi to maine usko rakh liya apne paas. Socha kal de dunga. Baad me socha pencil se number likh du to shayad kuch ban sake baat phir darte darte pencil se number likha because asani se use erase kar sakeDusre din sham ko me terrace pe baitha tha song sun raha tha. Wo aur uska bhai. “Costs too much!”These are compliments of J & B.Paraprosdokianis a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence is unexpected - and oft times humorous:1. If I had a dollar for every girl that found me unattractive, they’d eventually find me attractive.2. I find it ironic that the colors red, white, and blue stand for freedom, until they’re flashing behind you.3. Today a man knocked on my door and asked for a small donation towards the local swimming pool, so I gave him a glass of. The week after that, he told me his name was now Allison. She asked meto please call her that. "Mistress'" Ashley demanded it.Then it was a long blond wig, worn in a French braid. Often, she said,her Mistress like her in pigtails with a bit of pink dye.Every week, this lovely man inched toward womanhood. Every time we met,there was something else to further the transition. His wife must beheartless, the kind of woman you read about in books. He was beingdominated, shoved toward being girlish by.