.main kota ki rehne wali hu.maine tumhare stories ko padha….tum bahut hot stories likhte ho….main tumse dosti karna chahti hu……main ghar pe ak...li rehti hu…..mere pati bahar rahte hai aur kabhi kabhi aate hai……main apni married lyf se nakhus hu……mujhe tumhari kahaniyaa bahut pasand haiJab bhi main raat ko akeli hoti hoon to tumhari kahaniyaan hi padhti hoon aur tumhare baare mein hi sochti rehti hoon aur jab main so jaati hoon to tum mere sapney mein aate ho aur mujhe pyaar karte ho, mujhe bahut. Do your sources know where he is? She said I will make a few calls and see. But if he knows I’m inquiring about him, he may hide. I said not for long.She said, David? I said Yes? Take me to bed. I unbuttoned her blouse and and sucked a braless bare nipple into my mouth. She groaned and unbuckled my belt. We went up the stairs shedding our clothes. I slipped off her sandals, laid her back on the bed and started at her toes. I licked and sucked between each beautiful toe and worked my way up her. .gujarat queen… tyohar tha iss liye kafi bhid thi… train plat form par aaak ruki lekin bhid dekh kar hi mere to hosh ud gaye… per rakhne ki bhi jagah nahi thi… jese tese kar k me dhakka laga k dibbe me ghus gaya….Aur darvaje se thoda andar jake khada ho gaya…kafi bhid thi me hil bhi nahi paa raha tha….. mere aage ak ladka khada tha karib 18 saal ka lekin akdam najuk tha ladki ki tarah… vese to mere dimag me aesa kuch nahi tha… fir hamari train chal padi… kafi bhid ki vajah se thodi thodi der me. "Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything."He reflected, in the midst of his continuing battle with nausea, that few of the present generation of semi literate kids in our God forsaken wreck of a once great country had ever, in the whole of their rotten, useless, miserable and hopefully short lives, read these words! And thanks to the craven, traitorous gang of cretinous Europhiles who ran the UK these days with their crazed.