To Gita boli han mere kutto ye do kutia tum dono ko itna garam kardenge to tum dono bahar jake baraf khane lagoge. Phir me or Gita dono ko bed me gira...ke unka lund ko chus ne lage. Or goti ko sehelane lage phir Nihar ne ek honey ka bottle laya or mere mure sarir me honey ko lagaya or sar se leke pao tak chat ne laga or meri gand me ungli dal ke age piche karne laga. Or Deepak ne Gita ki chut me ice creem dal diya jese ice creem pighal ne laga ro Gita ko apne face ke upar betha diya or jese ice. Frustratingly , she stopped messaging me after that. It was a bit annoying that she cut off the conversation just as things were getting good , but hey, life goes on.One evening, just i was getting my stuff ready for work the next day , Patricia messaged me out of the blue, asking if i wanted to come round to spend the night. "Fuck yeah" I replied. And within a couple of hours , I was on her street, at her place and its here that i finally got a chance to see her properly.She wasn't as. It had been the sweetest kiss ever. Her first kiss. She was only 15 at the time and yet it seemed just like yesterday that everything had happened.She could see it all. It was late that night. The air was hot and the smell of summer filled her senses. She was fast asleep in her tiny bed up in her parent's little summer cottage down in Texas. Her small little gray cotton shorts were slightly ridding up her firm buttocks. Her little pink tank top kept her cool. She felt the warm touch of his hand. Kilgore hadn't never done anythin' about the feud directly, but Williams did complain about losing cattle now and again.Well, the place started fillin' up about supper time, soz the bartender had a steady stream of customers and didn't have no more time to talk to me. I figured I had all I was gonna git from him, anyway, soz I went into the dining room fer supper. There weren't no prices posted on the menu, soz I nearly shit another brick when I got a tab fer $2.50 fer supper. I paid it without.