Mera mail ID hai And yes aap mere saath bilkul safe ho kyunki main pyar se pyar karta hu…meri pichali stories se mujhe kafi acche response mile ais... hi acche response mujhe inspire karte hai so main unko yaha share karta hu….Meri pichali story main maine Samantha ke saath bahut enjoy kiya. Samantha jo yaha training ko aayi thi. Uske jane ke baad main ab fir se kisi naye chahre ki talash main tha tabhi board se mail aaya ki mujhe Orissa jana hai ek project ke liye main mail padhkar khush hua. . I'm sorry! I didn't mean to kill him!" She sobbed. "No, that's not true... I DID mean to do it. I did it, and then I was GLAD I did it! Oh, I'm so EVIL!" She turned her face into the pillow."Stop this!" I insisted. Why did I always feel so worthless when a woman cried? "You DID NOT kill him. The tree killed him!"She looked up at me and went on as if I hadn't spoken. "He was such a... a... TERRIBLE man! Did you know he was HIV positive? He'd had it for almost two years, and he was on. “Get lost”, cried JenniferThen they heard the door close. Both women laughed then resumed their groping, Jill taking advantage of her position to slide her other hand behind the red head, up her skirt and squeeze her buttocks. They were just about there. Then they came and groaned, swore and pushed each other away.“Fucking nympho !”, cried Jennifer“Dyke !”, yelled Jill“We’re a fucking mess thanks to you”, continued Jennifer“Don’t tell me you weren’t willing”, argued JillPutting their thong back. She found her father in the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe, sipping coffee and reading the morning paper. Approaching quietly, she surprised him with a kiss on the cheek. He turned and smiled warmly at her, asking if she had slept well. Her brother, she knew, would be sleeping late, as he always did on weekends. "I slept beautifully, thanks to you, Daddy. You haven't changed your mind, have you?" she asked, then went to stand beside him, allowing one bare leg to escape from her bathrobe."I'm not.