’ I took my hands from hers which caused her to look back at me. ‘How could you not have any good memories?’, my heart started to sink even mor... now for this girl. I saw that this was not a subject that she wished to continue to talk about. She started gathering up her books and papers. ‘Thanks for the meal. I really must be going’, and with that she got up and left. I am not sure why I did not follow after her to stop her. There was just so much running through my head at this point. How. Me or gudiya bahot hi close the ek dusre ke sath khub masti karte the sath TV dekhte or kabhi kabhi to sath so bhi jate or us wakt kuch esa tha bhi nahi mere or uske dimag me ham dono bus bhai bahen ki tarah treeat karte ek dusre ko or ese hi rehte the bahot pyar tha hamare bich bat ek din ki hai Jab mom dad niche ke room me the me or gudiya mere kamre me masti kar rahe the masti karte karte usne muje gal par jor se ek thappad mar diya muje bahot jor se laga or me us par gussa ho gaya hamdono. He looked at her, ‘I’ll pick you up at seven. That okay?’ With her hands on top of the steering wheel, she smiled again, ‘I look forward to it.’ * Mark stared at the papers on his desk. Despite his best efforts, his mind was on that evening. Looking at the clock, he noted that it was just after 3. ‘4 more hours’ he thought. With renewed effort, he dug in and worked on the spreadsheet on his screen. After what seemed like a half hour or more, he looked at his watch again. Only 10 minutes had. So much for a great blow job I thought. Even my raging hard on went away. As I sat and still no one came into the bath, I thought maybe of heading back to the showers. Least there I could get my cock sucked. Just about the time I had talked myself into leaving the bath and going back to the showers the door to the bath opened and in walked an older man. He stood by the door for a minute or so and then walked over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. As he sat he removed his towel.