I tugged and pulled at the cuff of her slenderness, Her jeans yielded with giggles of youthfulness, And released the scent of her womanliness, Her pan...ies slipped off with wet sultriness. Her knees bent with long feet on the sheets, She spread her lanky, shapely legs wide, And watched me bow on my elbows before her, Her chin to her chest and her eyes to mine with anticipation, A field of golden wheat was before my sight, Sodden with the scent of harvest, Dew hot, rich and thick, Wet. Wo bola bahut muskil h. Mein samaj gayi kya karna h. Mene uski jor se kiss kiya aur uska land pakad liya aur muh mein lene lagi. Aur phir bich mein ruk gayi wo bola kya hua kyu ruk gayai. Mene kaha karoge mera kaam?Wo bola acha bawa kar dunga lekin rukne ni ab. Mein khush ho gayi aur jor jor se muh mein lene lagi. Ab ham dono ne kapde utar diye the wo mujhe paglo ki tarah chus raha tha. Kabhi chut kabhi hott toh kabhi boobs toh kabhi per.Mein bhu bahut garah ho chuki thi. Mene kaha kis baat ka. I tried this at least once mid-morning, around lunchtime and mid-afternoon. On that particular day my eyes fell on the photo I kept on my desk. It was a picture of Nicola on our wedding day.~~~~~“Nicola Harris, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”I was on my knee in front of her, holding the ring I had bought and she was still seated at the table with all of our family around us.For me, there had been about fifteen months leading up to this day. For Nicola, it was a bit more of a. ?Yes, Ms Jensen,? he said quietly. ?Tell me.? ?It’s the eighteen year old round up,? Troy said flatly. ?And, what is the round up?? ?It’s where all of the eighteen year old males are, well, rounded up.....? ?You know more than that. Tell me.? ?Well, all the eighteen year old males are rounded up and, you know, ah, processed,? he said, turning red. ?And Troy, you will be part of it, won’t you?? Ms Jensen asked. The boy hung his head in misery and barely.