Maine apna chehra puri tareeke se bua k doodh me gada diya tha aur kas k bua ko kamar se pakad k rakha tha, bua bas mere baal sehla rahi thi aur dheer... dheere mera chehra apne doodh me daba rahi thi, magar aise jaise usko kuch pata hi na ho ki kya ho raha hai, mujhe bua ki BRA ka ehsaas ho raha tha mere chehre pe , aur bua k nipple kabhi meri aankh me kabhi meri gallon pe chubh rahe the, aur main phir jannat me tha, bas aisa lag raha tha ki bua ko utha lu aur kurta faad k pure doodh apne muh me. I learned the language of sexting thoroughly, fast. Our phone sex became epic. Fuck, I couldn't even hike in the hills without silently "talking" to her or thinking about her, hiking with a damn fucking hardon in the woods. Suck me! Her continual evolution of attire, from "smart" to "tart" had my erotic inclinations and Irish blood worked up like a double boiler on high. She noticed what I noticed, my tastes and desires quickly emerged through my writing and she managed most adeptly to. Those who miss first part can read the story from below She called me on Wednesday and asked me whether I was free or not and i told her that I’m free and she asked me to come to her place and I took my bike and bought some condoms and went to her apartment and rang her bell. She opened the door and she was in light green fancy saree and she was fully dressed like an angel and she ask me to join shopping with her and I asked her why but she told just come dear you will know and we went to RS. ”“Yes. I didn’t see much harm given your security was sending daily reports anyway.”Of course they were. “Let’s hear it then.”I kept my gaze on the breaking waves as he announced, “I am to relay a message from Major Porter. He hopes you are well, and points out that your unscheduled absence from the company, and missing several high-level meetings, has caused significant difficulties for the company and damaged its reputation.”He paused briefly to measure my nonexistent reaction, my eyes still.