Next the heroine of the story was Deepa. Deepa was a married lady of age 27. She was a shy lady who always wears saree. Every man can eye her structur.... Her structure was 32 28 34.she walks by swaying her ass. This incident happen in the month of February last week.Deepa was a teacher in a school. She was married to a man who works in a mill.they had one child of 3 years. Last year deepas husband died in a machine injury. The company paid a lump sum amount to her. Then she didn’t marry any one.. Telling my friends, I walked out and went round the back of the club, where everyone went, and tried to light a fag. That nice bloke followed me out and took my cigarette off me, lit it and passed it back, he made a comment and I laughed.On closer inspection if I’d been single I could have easily gone back to his place. As we smoked I leaned against a wall to steady myself as I smoked, he was really close as he made me laugh, and a decent bloke I thought. When we’d finished I threw my cig away.. ’ ‘Wait a minute! I’ve seen that name before. Didn’t you write that song for King George…’ ‘Several. Look, not unlike Carlene and George, I’m very protective of my privacy and I never mix my day job with my song writing…fair enough?’ ‘Okay, well on the subject of collaboration, Carlene, not unlike Alison, never expects song writing credit for a word change here or there and from her reaction I think she likes your songs just the way they are so there shouldn’t be an issue.’ Whatever Carlene is. Me - naked, sweaty and writhing in the middle of my most excruciatingly delicious, mind-blowing orgasm to date.I left it to older, more settled minds than mine to give Chris some perspective and detachment. I jumped myself to Cloudburst and my Hurlon form for a few hours of deep quiet. I let the song of Hurlon contentment work at my center until it could hold itself again, and then I jumped back to Earth and the empty room where a few hours earlier, Chris and I had discovered new heights and.