I knew I sold him out, but under M*** inquisition I felt lucky to have escaped with my life so, sink or swim bud.A couple days later he and I got a ch...nce to talk. He was acting squirrely that day so I knew something was up. For a while all I could get him to say was Dude. He finally filled me in with a few sketchy details, and then it all came out in a flood. She confronted him about going through her stuff, but then teased him with a pair of silk panties, and eventually dressed him up. And I took a nap - riding a longway on a motorcycle is work, even if it is fun. When I awoke I felt muchbetter and decided to walk over to the restaurant/ bar that was next dooras I really did not want to ride my bike. It was early but as I was aloneI sat at the bar after finding out that I could order food there as wellas a drink. Since I was in Florida, I got a Coconut Daiguiri and waswatching the sunset. The tables were starting to fill slowly, when Iheard someone ask, "Is this seat. The dressing room on the night of a fight is alive with nervous energy. Movies would have you believe that all fighters have a private dressing room, but that’s not the way it is, especially in the smaller venues. Sometimes, they’ll partition off parts of the locker rooms with curtains for the main event boys or for someone like my brother, who draws a crowd, but basically it’s just a locker room. You see or hear guys on the undercard going out for their matches while your guy waits his turn.. ” To usne meri aur dekha mere gaal per hath rakha boli “arun muje pata hai tumhari kya halat hai aur tumhari halat dekh muje bhi kuchh ho raha hai lekin dekho maine kabu rakha hai na.” Maine uska haath pakad ker use apni baho me leliya aur use chumne laga mere hath uski chhati per chale gaye uske nipple ekdam kadak ho gaye the usne meri is harkat ka virodh nahi kiya aur mera saath dene lagi maine kas ker apni baho me bhar liya aur uske hotho ko chusne laga. Maine uska gown khol diya wo mere.