.sab masti me jhoom rhe the aur dance b ho rha tha…mene fatafat is baat ka fayada uthaya aur chahci ko bhi dance floor pe le aaya aur unke sath danc... karne laga, achanak chahci bhi josh me aagai aur mere sath close dance karne lagi, mujhe aur acha lag rha tha sath sath thodi nervousness ho rhi thi, ki kahi unka pati na aajaye…fir humne dance kai unhe pyaas lag rhi thi(jism ki bhi) hahah mei unke lliye coldrink laya.. Unhone pee li, wo boli aaj garmi kaafi hai mene bhi haami bhad di, fir raat ke. I'm sure you know the kind; it's always a slow number. I just let her guide me across the floor and hold me as we moved to the music. I didn't even realize we were slow dancing together until she kissed my cheek." It was weird because it was my first kiss and I thought it was just a French thing. You know, just like you see on the British shows with a kiss on each cheek in greetings. But this wasn't a quick peck. Her lips lingered there and something in me just gave in. I let her kiss my lips. A squeak escaped her throat as she wrapped her body around him, body rolling to meet his strokes as he left and entered her repeatedly. Her senses were alive, every nerve ending tingling as the sound, scent, touch, taste of him made her sizzle at her core. And then it struck, white lightening firing behind her eyes, an uncontrollable tensing. She clung to him as she let out a gutteral scream. He had never experienced anything like it. Every inch of his body in a vice grip as she shook beneath. A developer had been given planning consent for a local supermarket. The interest was because six of my houses were slap bang in the middle of the land he wanted. The property had been a tranche I had bought at auction. A Housing Association had got into trouble and the Bank wanted their debt cleared quickly. I bid low to start and stayed in the bidding. I was surprised when the hammer went down on my last bid and I got them at about sixty percent of their market value. Now was my chance to.