‘Sahara,’ he says, giving her a look that I can only describe as ‘significant’. She’s been gazing at him with religious awe ever since we ca...e into the room, mixed with what only someone who’d known her a very long time would recognize as lust. I’ve known Sahara since she was fifteen. She wants to jump his fucking bones. ‘Of course, Lama,’ she says, bowing low. She turns and departs, leaving the two of us alone together. I look at him, trying to see the ageless wisdom that Sahara described. I. She was sitting in the passenger seat of Carter's car, a place she had become well acquainted with in the past three months they'd been dating. But this was different. She glanced sideways at him. He kept a complete poker face, staring straight at the road ahead, one hand on the wheel, even remembering to check his mirrors. She, on the other hand, was just hoping no passers-by could see her face through the completely non-tinted windows. She had a feeling her cheeks were painted pink by this. From time to time the lid will lift just long enough to get a glimpse of the outside but the air gets stagnant. She longs for the days that past. The ones when she could find that release. A way to scratch that abominable itch that gnaws at her sanity. She needs that release. That euphoric rush that comes from the playtime that has evaporated and left her marooned on this island of solitude.This hell of forced isolation was not that bad at first. There were things that needed to get caught up. Lekin itna pata hai wo mujhey bohot sexy lagti thi motey motey choochey aur mast moti gand jis ka main aaj tak deewana hoon. her color was very fair like aatey ki bori and her age will be around 28-30 that time.By the way main bhi apni kahani aap logo se share karna chahta hoon. Baat un dino ki hai jab main 8th ya 9th class main padta tha. Mere chacha kisi na kisi kaam ke silsiley main aksar ghar se bahar rehte they kabhi farm house per to kabhi or kisi kaam ke silsilay main. Mere chacha ke koi.