Wo meri gf 2 saal pehle bni thi..Hmari mulakat bahut km hoti thi…Uska ghr mere ghr se krib 200 km dur tha…Lekin jb b hm milte the hum ek dusro ko ...ja dene se nhi rukte the..Mai moka dekh ke usko boobs dwata rhta tha or wo b kch ni bolti thi,hmari bich phone me b bahut sex chats hoti thi,dhire dhire use b chudne ki chaht hone lgi thi,ek din hmne ek hotl me rhne ka fasla kiya or wo man bi gyi,wo mere pass chandigarh aayi or hum dono ne rum liya,fir hum hotl pahunche or rum jake change kr ke bed. After an uneventful day doing chores, Lisa made herself ready for bed. Dressed in her comfortable nighty, she walked back into the living room to pick up a true crime novel she wanted to read. As she entered, Lisa spotted her husband reading on the couch. This was odd; Chris never picked up a book. Her heart almost stopped when she realized what he read. Lisa must have left the book with hot stories near the couch that afternoon. He noticed her and looked up from the book. Chris gave her a. Sakura had spent the weekend after that crying and moping, her friend Natsumi holding and comforting her as best she could. Over time she had come to believe that Mr. Bradshaw was just that pure-minded. No stories, not even rumours, of affairs with students had ever surfaced – and these things were fairly common at her school. So Sakura bided her time. She was already eighteen, and had turned from a gawky teenager into an adult woman with long legs and full, ruby lips and C-cup breasts (one of. Hopefully, if it all worked right, she’d have a minute of surprise on her side of this deal for her to decide what to do. Her instincts had never failed her yet. She glanced up, startled when Aidan tightened her belt for her and began to feed the rope through the eight ring. ‘No stunts, Mia. You get in, you do the job and save the day and then we all go back to our day off. Got me?’ The seriousness in his eyes startled her even more. ‘You’d better watch that Aidan, people might think you.