I called a highly recommended golf instructor for a few lessons. I didn't want to be too embarrassing on the course, after all. My first lesson went w...ll except for one thing. The instructor was a hottie. I was expecting an older pot-bellied gentleman wearing pink plaid pants and a green Lacoste shirt. What I got was a guy a few years younger than me, searing blue eyes and body to match. As well as the lessons went, I started having rather sexy dreams, one being caught in a pop-up rain shower. Baapre itni ashleelta se dono ek dusre ko kiss kar raha the ki mujhe sharam aa gayi. 15 minutes ke make-out session ke baad Birju ne Cap. Ayesha ko zameen pe rakhe ek gande se gadde par dhakel diya. Jaggah jaggah ulti, tatti aur peshaab ke nishaan the uss gadde mein.Pata nahi kaise Cap. Ayesha yeh sab bardasht kar rahi thi. Fir dono ne kariban 1 ghante tak violent sex kiya. Birju baar baar Cap. Ayesha ke upar thookta tha aur unhe lagatar thappad marte rehta tha.Par maine yeh notice kiya ki. But her relationship with Rina had been different from the start.She may have gone into it as an escape from her depression over Karen, and chosen Rina as a temporary, though ravishing, substitute. But it had quickly become much more, because of Rina herself, because of her shy sensitivity, her calm inner beauty, not to mention her throat-catching physical allure. Even Karen had seen that.And Laura's sorrow and pain were intensified even more by the dreams she started having, torture dreams in. I turned back to her roommate of eight years, who still lay crumpled on the floor, and pulled her up by her ponytail to her feet. She glared at me for a few seconds, then we both broke into smiles and hugged each other. We broke our embrace and I looked at her lovingly, “Fuck! You’ve gotten hotter babe!” I pulled her tee up to reveal her milky white, toned midriff, the red imprint of my fist visible around her cute little navel. “I hate her!” Swati chimed in as I pulled off her tee to admire.