She has got a semi-dark complexion with rosy full lips below her sharp nose.Her hair touches her hips every time she lets them go loose. A perfect 34-...2-36 figure. And every time I have been close to her body, the aroma of it has always helped to arouse my wildest senses. This is my Shweta and now let me share with u wonderful people the most exciting afternoon of my life. It was a Saturday afternoon. My family members have all left for my in-law’s house to attend a function, which was around. And I don’t even drink vodka.I really wanted to black out before Ryan Seacrest showed his fucking tanned face on the screen. Clive looked a bit like Seacrest. Blonde hair. Highlights. Short. Perfect smile. Extremely nice and polite and charming and funny. He had always been sweet to me. A real gentleman, actually. I hated that guy.I poured myself a large glass of liquid poison. When I say I am not a vodka guy, I mean that. I never drank it straight. It smelled like rubbing alcohol. Still, I had. It didn't matter in the end. The vehicles windows were tinted. If anyone did see what was about to happen they'd really have to go out of their way to look, and unlike in the restaurant, Lynn would love to give a few people a show.She entered the passenger seat and looked over at Thomas, who had entered the car a few seconds before her. She was surprised and delighted to find his hard cock already out on display, a grin covering his face. The tip was covered in precum and she wondered what. Even if it's just to see how far you've come from there. Or maybe to keep you from falling back with someone else like that. Or, and I know there are some in there, look back on the happy day's you had in them. Now that may be painful. But one day it won't be. Keep em." I'm not sure you're right." I paused. "But. I've nothing to lose if I keep them a while. But I can't ever regain them if you ARE right." I'm right." He kissed my nose and released me.I moved them to the coffee table. "I guess.