It helped that Madeleine seemed to have put her sniping at me on hold. She and the kid tenor who was doing the Emperor seemed to be a lot more interes...ed in whatever it was they were up to—one free guess!—in her dressing room. Suited me fine.Meantime Asmedogh and I settled into kind of an easy routine, like an old married couple. We actually talked only occasionally; everything important that needed to be said between us had been said on Wednesday, and we had little to add. Remembering his. His mouth claims mine in a kiss that stole the breath from my soul. I open my mouth to him willingly offering my tongue to him, wanting his kiss to last forever. He shifts pinning me beneath his weight holding me close as my heart pounds. I can feel his fingers begin to skirt along my bare skin finding their way under my shirt cupping my left breast as he squeezes it lightly claiming it as his. My fingers move to pull at his clothes undressing him as we kiss and explore each other. We manage to. It'll be okay." I hope you're right. We'd better start getting pretty-pretty. Were both going to use Herbal Spring bath oil. Right?" Right on! And Opium perfume. I'll switch to Chanel when the time's right. But we've forgotten something. Douche. Which one?" Obsession?" Never heard of it." I'll lend you some. Stan loves it." Sounds good, but we better hustle. By the time we do our nails, soak in a bath and primp for an hour or so, it'll be show time." Then move it fellow hussy and remember we. Araam se kha lena…Andar to aane do…Koi dekh lega…Me: ha pta hai mere hai pr controm nahi ho raha…Kitne bde hai yar…Bot mast hai…Jaise do aam ho…Mujhe khaane hai ye…Sonal: ha kha lena…Sab kuch kha lena…Tumhaari hu mai…Acha btao khaane ko kya hai…Me: (pointing at my dick) ye khayegi? Thoda bda hai pr tasty hai…HahaaSonal: hehehe…Ha khana to hai pr bot bda hai ye…Kaise khaungi…Poora nahi ayega moo me…Itna hard bhi hai…Me: you want to touch it?Sonal: hehe…Yes…I want to feel it on my boobs and.