He let go of her arm and pulled the branches aside to reveal his abdomen – a raw, red mess. The sight of the blood made up Clara’s mind. She knelt...beside him, trampling the branches of the bush flat as she did. She pressed her hands against his body and felt. It was a stab wound, and he’d lost a lot of blood. The blade had been jabbed upwards, under the ribs and into his lung. His labored, harsh breathing told her she didn’t have much time. Weariness forgotten, she drew deep inside herself and. Slowly and lovingly she brought me back to earth. "Oh my! That was delicious, Jan. I haven't had that kind of loving since we left the states and my girlfriends." "Oooh, tell me about them, Dot." Her face was wet with my juices. I pulled her up and she sat on my lap with one arm around my neck. I kissed her open mouth and I tasted myself on her tongue. She turned toward me and straddled her legs over mine as we continued to kiss each other. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist now and. “Bloodthirsty bitch,” he accused as she licked the spot of red from his lip. “Stop teasing me,” she countered. His smile was raffish. “I haven’t even begun.” He half slid off her and cradled his right arm under her head, transferring both of her wrists to that one hand before staring into her eyes and abruptly yanking the front of her top up and over her head to expose her entire torso to his view. He watched her ribs stand out in stark relief as she dragged in a shocked breath, noting with. Call a rickshaw.I told what should I tell to rickshaw-puller to goAnywhere, as you wish.I called a rickshaw, told the rickshaw-puller to go to Shahid Minar because it is a bit far from her house, I wanted to get her close to my body as long as possible. The rickshaw started. I am sitting close, I can feel her warmth, softness, smelling sweet scent of the mixture of perfume and her hot sexy body. Whispered in her ears, you are looking gorgeous.She smiled, whispered in turn what ever I wearing.