“Your name is Nephi!”Her head snapped down. But she didn't tear out my throat.She kissed me. Her lips met mine in a fierce kiss. Her tongue thrust...into my mouth. I met it, feeling the rougher texture than any of my other women. I groaned as I kissed her, my hands sliding up to stroke the tawny fur of the sphinx's body.Of Nephi's body.The fur melted from my fingers. The claws prickling my shoulders retracted. Paws became slender fingers. I stroked a narrowing torso. I caressed smooth skin. I. .Fr hm dono avinash k ghr pohche to mne aunty ko namstey kia.. Aunty aaj kch jaada hi hot lag rhi thi saali ne accha makeup kis tha lite makeup tha bt mst maal lg rhi thi saalian kr rha tha ki gate pr hi pkd lu saali ko bt mne cntrol kia kyuki saari raat pdi thi..Or avinash k bhai bhen naani k ghr gae the to jaada pareshani ki baat nhi thi..M or avinash uske room m chle gae or aunty b hmare sath aa gai vo b meri cmpny enjoy krti h kyuki m sb ko hsata rheta hu or meri baat ka koi bura b ni. Coffee urns were delivered and filled with fresh, hot brew.More and more food arrived from every one of the cafes and restaurants in town. It seemed like there was enough food to feed the whole town for two days. The whole town was assembling for the picnic, but only one meal was contemplated. Still, none of the businesses wanted to be eclipsed in their offerings.People started arriving. Some spread blankets on the grass. Others brought lawn chairs. By the time the picnic officially began,. Michael knew his place. He certainly didn't want to offend her by asking her out.As he slowly drove toward Catherine's motel, Michael couldn't help but notice how her wet dress had clung to her body accentuating her breasts. Her nipples were erect from the cool rain, and were plainly visible as they strained against the soaked fabric. She was wearing a bra, but it was a thin one. Michael felt a twinge of excitement in his crotch.Both Catherine and Michael seemed tense as they headed for her.