She walked to the fence and stood by the tree listening to his song, the warmth passionate dark voice along with the beating of drums had her skin tin...ling, she started to sweat... the bluesman seemed to potray his emotions freely from his songs, Jennifer couldn't help but go a bit near to his house and stare at the man, his eyes closed... an old brown hat on his coal black head, a warm smile lay between his rough moostache and whiskers, the rough pair of big hands never stopped beating on the. I wondered briefly if maybe she was still asleep and dreaming but, while my wife had some wild dreams and was infamous for talking in her sleep, I had never known my wife of five years to suck my neck in her sleep. I figured she must be awake.She must have felt my breathing change or realized I had stopped snoring. My snoring was almost as famous as her sleep talking. She lifted her head, kissed my chin and then spoke. "Just branding my property," she whispered."Don't let me stop you," I told. Isame kaisi sharam.(wah lund andar karaa).( mai mote lund ki maar se vyaakul ho takiye par upar khisak padee) bibijee.dekho..sharam karogi to maja nahi aayega…(wah apane lundaraam ko itana baahar nikaala liya ki andar bas supaara hi bachaa)..(mai chuppi maarechehare par kuhani modepadi rahi.)Bibijee. (wah meri taamgo ko bharapur umcha utha kar lund ghusaaya.)..(mai saat saal baad mard ka maja le rahi thi.jawaab na di.bas chup padi rahi )bibijee…bolo na..apane man ki bhaavana ko pragat. She had actually performed sexual acts on a stage before complete strangers (and, most likely on video tape as well). After her initial panic, she closed her eyes and thought back to how aroused and excited she had felt while it was happening. She began to accept the fact that she had loved every bit of it and knew that the applause and cheering had been directed at her performance. She also knew that she would do it again and the thought sent a thrill up her spine and made her tingle with both.