Then again, I would drift asleep and wake back up to the sounds of silence. My dreams were black and silent. Through out the night, my blanket kept fa...ling off and the ceiling fan was on full blast. Somehow, I manage to sleep till morning. I wake up at 8am and lay there, staring out the window with the curtains open. The curtains were closed all night, Cyndee was in my room, during the night. I’m not sure why but it seems to be the case. After 15 minutes of gazing like a stoner out the window,. . my hands behind my back... as I make my way back to you... I can feel your eyes taking in every inch of my body... I can feel the heat in your gaze... I move beside you... whispering to you to close your eyes... my full lips cover yours again. This time... you feel a slight coldness as my tongue enters your mouth... I slide a small chip of ice between my lips... into your warm mouth... our tongues twisting together... the ice playing between us... my hand slides up to your neck... your body. WOOWWWW he was jist in his underwear and was fully wet as he was taking a shower Hello ALI kaisay ho tum ;he smiled and said Aunty main theek hoon,ALI rukoo main tumaray badan ko dry karte hoon i went inside to get a towel or uss kay ballon ko sukhaya or phir uss kay chest ko or tangoon ko magar jaan boojh kar uss kay UBHAAR ko hath nahi lagaya uss kay lund ka ubhhar was clearly visivle in his wet underwear then we came in sitting room and i huged him in my arms ,ALI BETA i missed u he was also. I looked him over from head to toe. His long, soft dark hair curled around his collar and ears, and matched perfectly three days of dark facial hair. His bright blue eyes and equally brilliant smile reminded me of my reflection, and I giggled when he scratched his gruff beard with dirty fingers. “How are you?” he asked. “Fine,” I said, glancing around inside the massive, open building. Four rows of metal stalls ran from one end of the building to the other, and I could see puddles of water.