"Well, I'll admit I haven't been in the best of moods. But he started it, he called me a fucking idiot. But, I guess I wasn't in a mood to overlook it..." What was there to overlook? He calls you a fucking idiot about once a week. And you call him one on fairly regular occasions. It's one of the strengths of your relationship, that you have a boss, no a business partner, that you know and trust and respect that much. Neither of you have ever meant it before, and my guess is that Tim didn't mean. Mere dil mai bhi laddoo phootne lge but fir bhi maine bante hue bola ke kyu bhabhi aisa kya hua, toh who kehne lagi ke jab tu kal ghar mai aaya toh maine tujhe bathroom ke key hole se nahaate hue dekh, aur tera mota aur lamba lund dekh ke meri choot mai paani aagya aur meri choot mai chudwaane ke liye aag lag gyi, but mai tujhe bol nahi paayi.Ab jab tune sab kuch dekh hi liya hai toh baato mai waqt kyu barbaad kiya jaye and babhi ne mere paas aaker mere hooto per hoth rakh diye aur mere lund. “I stole?” Carl repeated incredulously. His eyes looked at me hard. “Hey, I didn’t steal nothing, bitch!” As he spoke, he took a few steps towards me.I shook my head slowly, shocked at the tone of this exchange. As Carl approached me, I retreated and my mouth moved, but nothing came out. A few steps was all it took to back me against a wall. Carl stopped a step away, a snarl on his face. His eyes looked me up and down as well, undressing me just like his father did. My eyes darted to. May be she was never kissed in this way. I said that you are very beautiful and would like to make love to you. She said that I am all yours; just love me more and more. I kissed her neck, her cheeks and her hands. She loved it. I removed her pallu of sari and touched her. I took her on the bed and removed her blouse and her bra. She had small breasts, but very firm and round. I pressed them slowly and started sucking those juicy nipples. It was such a nice feeling. She was moaning and loving.