I had never felt such freedom talking with anyone. Ever. She listened contently to what I was saying, however, I don’t think I was doing a good job ...t all. I kept admiring the way her full lips moved like mercury when she spoke, how everything she said seemed intentional like it was rehearsed. I imagined her breath smelled like that of an angel and her tongue looked like it tasted like ambrosia fit for the gods. I examined her sepia colored eyes that were, for most of the conversation. Unka ek devr bhi h jo shr me job krta h. Sas sasur bhi unke sth hi rht e h. Unka nam shobha h. Mujhe bhut achi lgti. Vo. Unki bdi bdi chuchiya mn krta h ka jau unko.Ab m apni story shuru krta hu. . Ye bt tb ki h jb pichle sal unke devr ki sadi hone ja rhi thi. Sb log sadi k kam me bsy the. Dosto jaisa ki ap jante hi hoge gav me log bhs rkhte h dudh k liye to unke yha bhi do bhs h to unke chare k liye roj khet se ghas lana pdta h. To bhabi ji ki duti thi ki wo khet se chara layengi. Sadi ka din. She felt a pressure against her lower belly from the bulge in his pants and realised he had grown hard. She put a hand down and fondled him through the fabric and he groaned through the kisses. Fumbling at the zipper, she slid it down and slipped her hand inside. More fabric, his boxer shorts, she could feel his hardness through the thin cotton. She fumbled buttons open, his cock fell through the slit, hard and thick with lust. She wrapped her hand around it and heard him gasp at the touch on. He jumped when the phone rang, overturning the bag of popcorn sitting on his belly. "He... woa," he said, his mouth so full he could hardly speak."Bo, is that you?" Clara wondered."Yeah. Whatcha want?" he sneered, realizing it was the slut who always wanted to get in his pants who was calling."Want to go up to "Look-out Point" and take it off?"Clara asked in a seductive voice."Fuck, no! In what? My teeny-tiny little truck?" Bo laughed, anger and annoyance in his tone."No, Lover Boy! A friend of.