Hair, Makeup, jewelry, and outfit still perfect. She’s sitting on the steps with toned legs spread wide open. Her elbows resting on her knees her ey...s fixed on him. He’s soaked head to toe in black leather and suede. Still out of breath, he never takes his eyes off of her. She gestures for him to follow her into her studio apt. At first, he hesitates, but then walks through the door and she closes it softly, slowly locking it.The studio apt was pitch black except for the lightening striking. ” Meree baat khatm hote hi usne phir se mujhe pakad kar bistar par lita diya aur mere jangho ko phaila kar mere choot men apna mota lund Daal kar dana dan chodne laga. Tumhaaree biwi mere bagal men baith kar mere choochion ko masalne lagi. Wo jhuk jhuk kar mere choot men uske lund ko ghuste nikalte dekh rahi thi. Mere choot men apne lund se dhakka maarte maarte mere chodu yaar ne tumhaaree biwi ki ek choochee ko pakad kar masal diya. “Are bhabhi tumhaaree choochee to is se bhi jyaada mast hai.”. I was body surfing this reef when I was eight. Not having legs that can kick won’t stop me. We’ll just time it so you can push me on to the right wave, and my arms and the sea will do the rest.’ I’d learned when Amelia says of course I bloody can do something, it means she bloody will do it. God help any one who gets in her way. She grinned at me, her eyes as bright as the sky above our heads. ‘Anyway, you’ll need to come in with me, or you’ll be walking from the water naked.’ What? Oh shit,. About six months into this odyssey I began pondering why I was enjoying this writing while I HATED creative writing in school. I soon realized the process was very different. In High School and College, the topic was usually unappealing and assigned so it stifled rather than inspired the creative story. There, they structured the process and I had to create story pockets and the ultimate story solution. Then I had to fill the pockets with snippets that formed the details and connective web..