The class was for couples, but single women were allowed to sign up, and men too if they were lucky enough to be paired by a single woman. My some mi...acle of fate, I was paired with the one single woman who signed up for the class.The instructors, Pete and Karen were an attractive couple. When we arrived we were given some preliminary instructions and I met Cindy. Cindy was a beautiful Asian/American about half my age. I am 66 and Cindy is in her 30's. She had no problem snuggling up next. Mai ne apnakamis nikal diya aur mohan ka hath mere bra ke hook pe rakh ke usekholne ko kaha aur mene meri bra utar di to mohan mere boobs kodekhane laga – kya dekhate ho mohan pakdo na ise dabao mere boobs komeri nipple pakad ke tumahre muh mai lo,Fir mai ne mere boob ko pakad ke jaise maa apne bachche ko dudhapilatu hai waise hi mohan ko meri god mai leke mere boob usake muhmai diya to mohan darte darte mere boob ko chusne laga – mem sabdudha nahi aata kya – are mere raja abhi dudha nahi. Maybe I could tell my date about what I witnessed today. I wonder what he’d think of it. She smiled to herself. Jennifer walked—more like skipped— out of the store as a pleasant gust of wind ran itself through her long blonde hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet sensation. As she walked to the café where her date would be, the scene she had just witnessed kept replaying itself inside of her head. She was growing horny, imaging the look on her date’s face once she told him of her. Any other day I'd have been delighted to have received this card with my heart skipping a beat and rising into my throat while opening the envelope. But this wasn't just any card. It wasn't a Valentine's Day card, or birthday card. It was a wedding invitation, and that invitation took remaining fragile piece of my heart that burned the small flame of hope and with the faintest breeze, extinguished the flame. Resigned to the fact that my secret love was getting married, I arrived at the wedding.