Lagta hai Chandar apna kaarya samapt kar so gaya. Main dheere dheere uski bistar tak pahunchi. Kambal ode ke gehri neend mein so raha thaa. Uske bagal...mein baith gayi. Shareer pura tap raha thaa…dil zoron se dhadak rahi thi. Vaasna se andhi ho gayi thi….kuch bhi soojh nahin rha thaa. Yuh hi baiti uske ore dekhti gayi. Kab tak aisi baithi rahoon ye sochke dheere se apni haath uske haath par rakhi aur sahlane lagi. Asar hone mein der nahi laga. Chandar ne aankhen kholi aur mujhe dekh kar jhat se. I couldn't make out the words only the tone.Karen stayed with Marianne while I went into my room and gathered two boxes. Once was the size of a banker's box and the other was smaller. I brought the items into Marianne's bedroom and we waited. We could all hear the angry voices coming from the den. Tom called that he was coming down the drive. Marianne told him where to park. The three of us carried her things out to his car by a side door. We hugged and kissed her good bye.We returned to her. The sly grin on Isabeau’s face was the second thing the Maestro noticed as he entered her bedroom. The first was what she was wearing; a white, racerback, tank top and baby blue, girl boxer shorts. The Maestro glared at her exposed flat belly and slowly lowered his gaze to the plump, triangular mound between her legs.Isabeau was delighted at the reaction she had provoked in him. “Well? Cat got your tongue?” she coyly asked. “I’m ready for my story, Maestro.”The Maestro cleared his throat and. You had known a long time prior to that fateful game of truth or dare that I cared enough about you and trusted you as a friend, that if you had asked, I would have given my virginity to you at any point along the way. It was our unspoken understanding and you never called upon me to put my money where my mouth was. I felt your hands slide up my thighs, pushing my slip up as you went. I reached up and used your shoulders to pull myself up as you slid the slip from my body, tossing it near your.