I expressed to her my dread and envy at the thought of what the future might hold. Yet, I also shared about my pleasure at watching another man take h...r. In truth, the memory of their union and the notion of seeing something similar again we electrifying. I was conflicted. To willingly set a loved one free and see their pleasure and evolution is a foundation of love; but at what cost? Would I lose her? Does this mean I’m not good enough for her? It took Christine some days to talk about her. But Neetu didn’t even hesitate before she started opening up my pants. Why don’t you take off his shirt while I strip him of his pants, Pallavi. Mastraam looks his best when he’s completely naked.” I turned my look of disbelief toward Neetu. I couldn’t tell if this was a setup or not, but I wasn’t about to complain. Pallavi knelt on the sofa and pulled my shirt over my head, pressing her choochiyaan against my face as pulled the material off of my hands.Meanwhile, Neetu had pulled my pants and. She looked at me and asked to come to the flat for tea. I missed that she had told there is no one at her home. I denied and started walking back.As I reached home I had received a message from her thanking me for helping her. I replied back pleasure is mine. Would like to go more rides with her. She replied I know you enjoyed a lot. But what’s the use when you didn’t use the opportunity I was not able to get it. So I replied.I – Sorry but what opportunity?She – I invited you to my place for. Quietly locking her door behind me, I crept silently through Louise's apartment. I peeked into her room and was delighted to find she was fast asleep on her bed. Sunbeams bathed her in a soft glow as I watched her gentle breathing. Like Doug, she looked so sweet and vulnerable in sleep. She had kicked the covers off her legs and I caught a glimpse of her little brown bush peeking out of the folds of her judo robe. Laura, the Lion, edged closer to her unsuspecting quarry. A pink.