There is no need for us to talk. We hear each other clearly, without the interference of rhetoric that confuses the soul. Hands barely touching, finge...s tracing the outline of the wrist moving gracefully to the inner cove that lies between the thumb and the forefinger. Ascending gradually into your palm, tracing your life line to the heart. No words,just foam on toes, the voice of the sea and the ballet of daystars against the sun soaked horizon. Moments so perfect that for once you just want. He could feel the small wet spot that his pre-cum leakage had already smeared into the fabric of his briefs. He tried hard to remember if he had on dark blue underwear (that would conceal any wet spots) or the light gray. It really did not matter if things went as he anticipated though, so he stood up and dropped his walking shorts to the floor and then put them over the fixed arms of the dip station and then laid his shirt over the arm as well. The briefs were dark blue!!!She walked over and. Better."While Martha and Ronnie were away I went to a bakery on Third Avenue and bought two small, decorated birthday cakes. One for Martha, one for Ronnie. The little box of candles was free. Ronnie had given me a key to her apartment, where I dug the boxes out of the oh-my-god room, stopping to pick up several articles that tumbled out when I opened the closet door. In Martha's apartment I set up the dining room table with the two cakes and the two boxes sitting in front of them, along with a. We first met in our teens, when there was a Pooja in my home as that was done every year. I didn’t dare to talk to her at first, but somehow our talks had gone to a place where I got her number. After the Pooja was done, she left my home and was standing at the bus stop nearby our house.I sighed her from my balcony to come home as they missed out something in my home,( Later on, I came to know from her that, the time when I called she was in the thought that I would propose her or some kind.