When he appeared he was wearing the white towelling dressing gown fromthe back of the bathroom door and looked satisfied but very tired.Questioningly ...he looked at him, and he said "I think you've worn meout..." He settled down on the sofa beside her, gratefully accepting thecup of coffee she held out, and watched as she set the camcorder to playback the events of the evening. Together they sat in a comfortablesilence, watching as it moved through the images, from the bedroom tothe final few. .Bathrum me fresh hoke aa gyi….Mai bi fresh ho gya……Fir usne kha tum mere gulam banoge maine kha ap jo khogi mai wo sb krunga…….Usne bathrum me chalne ko kha bathrum bhot bada tha muje niche leta di and mere face pe baith gyi and gand ko hilane lagi and mere pure body pe pissing krne lagi and face pe bi…..Bhot smell aa rha tha fir bhot mast lag ne laga.Usne kha bhr ruko and mai bulaungi tb av.Mai bhr chala gya.Kuch der me usne u bathrum me aane ko kha to wo toilet kr rhi thi….Usne muje uski. She pants, pants turn into deep breaths as I crawl my way on top of her slowly inching my hand in between her clinched legs. Lynn's mouth may be saying no but the river of wetness I come in contact with as my hand reached her vagina screamed yes. "Open your legs" I whisper into her ear as our cheeks meet. Lynn submits and spreads as far wide as she can. I place one hand firmly over her mouth and guide my eager tool back and forth over her clitoris. "You want this, don't fight me" I say as I. I always hated days like this when I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, wishing that sleep would enfold me in its loving arms. Or in the middle of the night, I woke up and just barely remembered what I was dreaming about. It was something important, but I couldn’t quite remember. There was a woman in the dream. I was sure of that, but the details were hazy, something about a group of trees with leaves the color of the sun — orange, red, and yellow. We didn’t have trees like that in Kaligala. I.