Maine towel se uskipussy ko Saaf kiya aur uske upar aake uskehothon ko chusne laga maine use kaha jaan ab mera lund bhi chuso to usne manakar diya mer... bahut request karne pe vo maan gai aur dhire se apne mou ko merelund ke pass le ayi aur adhe mann se mere lund ka supada apne mou mein liya ,maine jab dekha to kaha jaan agar acha nahi lag rha to rehne d to ye sunke usneapne hothon se mere lund ko chumna shur kiya aur apne haath mein pakarke usehilane lagiUske soft hathon ne apna jadudikhaya aur. I like to think that the spirit of a craftsman of the old days is reaching out to a young girl of today, and she is keeping his artistry and skill alive by enjoying the pleasure he created for her. But I expect you’ll think I’m just a sentimental old woman who should be in her grave …” She hunted in a drawer and produced another pair. They were obviously old and were beautifully engraved, with a fire-breathing dragon curled round the outer surface of each. “They’re Chinese,” said the old lady.. Then as suddenly as it came I can feel its lips upon mine, its warm tongue probing every wet crevice of my open mouth. My head surfaces momentarily and I gasp for air. We’re almost at the shore. I feel the stones of the riverbed pressed into my back as the weight of the creature above me pressing its hot body upon mine. His body upon mine. Slowly he releases my mouth from his swift and brutal touch. It is the man from the shore. The setting sun glistens upon our wet skin as we lie on the. Much later... The woman groaned.She felt herself floating, still semi-conscious. She forced herself backinto consciousness and opened her eyes.The ceiling was coated with white textured polyurethane paint common tomost cheap hotels. It was flyspecked and stained with the residue ofthousands of cigarettes. Her sense of smell began to function. Stalecigarette smoke, stale booze, a faint hint of disinfectant, a scintilla ofsemen, and ominously, gunsmoke.The woman tried to think. She couldn't.