Fir ham kis karne lage ,bada maja aa raha tha muje tab mera ek hath uske boob ko daba raha tha ek dusra uski pith sahela raha tha , fir mene uski sadi...nikal di and blouse b utar dia usne bra nai pahni thi to uske boobu mere samne the me to dekh te hi toot pada uspe ,uske bade bade boobu to chus raha tha and wo pent k uparse hi mera lund sahela rahi thi fir ham dono nange ho gaye ek dam and usne mera lund apne muh me leke chusne lagi to me siskari le raha tha wo mera lund 10 min tak chusti. She carried a women’s study Bible with commentary by an author whose name I vaguely recognized. I even caught a slight whiff of perfume this morning – something I was certain she didn’t usually wear – when she leaned over to kiss me and wrap me in a brief hug before turning to lock her door.Traffic being surprisingly heavy for a Sunday morning, we arrived with just a couple of minutes to spare before the service’s 11:00 start time. Her church home was a small, relatively nondescript white. “I know what I’m doing, here,” she said, ignoring his banter.He stared at her for a few seconds, and his hands went to his belt.Christy was in the grip of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was seeing pictures in her mind again, and it felt good. Her creative juices were going, and she knew what look she was going for with this. She just hadn’t seen it yet. Her mind was more on the composition of the shot, than on what she had just told him to do. When she saw him standing in just. Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to see if she had changed. So much had changed in a short period, but her outward appearance was the same. She was short, petite, and had fiery red hair. She looked younger then her eighteen years but that didn’t matter. She dried off and was dressed and placing her pillows back on her bed when the lights from her parent’s car flooded her window. She was relieved that they were home, she couldn’t stand to be alone. She grabbed the book she was reading.