Diya raat me 1 baje karib unka fone aaya wo boli kya aap mujhse milna chahoge maine kaha ha q nahi lekin prashant ko bura lagega wo boli to kya aap do...o ek sath enjoy nahi kar sakte mujhe koi problem nahi hai aap baat kar lo maine saaf mana kar diya ki nahi mai akela hi milna chahuga aap to aaj maja le gai ho to wo boli nahi yaar kuch nahi ho paya Maine pucha q wo boli prashant to andar hi nahi jaa paya bahar hi discharge ho gaya humto sukhe hi laute waha se prashant kah raha tha ki kai din se. I threw a blanket over her as the storm had caused the ambient temperature to drop almost ten degrees. In another five minutes Mel graced us with her presence by throwing herself onto the bed on the other side of me, throwing the blanket completely over herself, including her head, and wrapping her arms around my thighs, also shaking like a leaf.At this point of time I'd better explain a little of my history. I have been married and divorced twice. I matured rather young and began having sexual. I felt them curving inside me, tickling my soft spongy walls. “Oh fuck, I want you too,” I whispered desperately, “Come on, there’s that little park over the road.” Clinging together, we scuttled across the road through the rain, which was bouncing off the road like shotgun pellets. Luckily the park looked deserted, not even anyone sheltering under the trees. As soon as we reached the grass we embraced, our kisses urgent and hard. His hands began to paw roughly at my t-shirt, and I released. I told her that I was not real excited about having a going away party for Roger at our house. CJ explained it would just be the two of us and Roger as he didn’t want to stay out late especially since he would be leaving early the next day. Roger didn’t want anyone else to know and had hoped it would be just the three of us. To seal the deal CJ told me he had some good pot that he wanted us to try. I wondered if there was some motive or plan behind this or was it just CJ being nice to a good.