Apni jibh chusane ke bad maine apni jibh ko Vandana ke badan ke safar par le chala aur uske gal, chin, gardan ko koi bhi hissa chatne se nahi choda.Dh...re- dhire mai niche ki taraf chala aur Vandana ke hook khol diye. Vandana ke boobs aur nipple dekh kar mujhe ek botal ka nasha hone laga. Maine Vandana ke right boob ke nipple ko apne muh me bhar kar choosne laga aur left boob ke nipple ko ungli aur anguthe se masalne laga.Ab Vandana dhire-dhire moaning karne lagi thi aur uske mih se siskariya. "Who's there?" a man's voice called out, with a hint of panic. As he emerged from the cabin, Tim used the butt of the shotgun and he fell unconscious."Make him secure," I told Trev, who had now joined us after tieing the two boats together."Right oh," said Trev, using cable ties he secured both of his hands and feet."Who are you," wailed the frighten wife/mother, her two daughters hiding behind her, who were just on the edge of hysteria themselves."Lets all sit down, shall we," I said calmly. And as he continued to stare, he could feel like he was being enveloped in soft, fluffy clouds. Ajay was just one among the thousands of Indian boys who were kind of naïve about girls – and women, in general – when it came to talking with them or even being around them partly because he was not exposed to them as such and partly because his had been a conservative upbringing in-spite of living in Bombay (now Mumbai) the capital of Maharashtra and the metropolis of India. Ajay’s dad was a true. I was sitting reading a book when a somewhat manly girl asked if I’d mind if she sat at my table. There was something about her that disturbed me but I could not put my finger on it. She was wearing a pair of rather tight jeans and a white man’s style shirt with a button down collar. She was clearly tall and very slender, small breasted and with very short but glossy dark hair. Gorgeous. ‘Reading something interesting?’ I told her it was a biography of Lord Nelson. ‘Bloody hell! I’m Donna.’ I.