Needless to say, I got snatched down with him.This bastard was a dirty fighter, and tried to thumb my eye right away. I dodged and broke his nose with...my forehead.He blew blood in my eyes and caught my hair and tried to pull me off him. I kept my hold of him and we wrestled for a couple of minutes until he got close enough to bite a piece out of my left deltoid muscle. That hurt like hell and it gave me a shot of adrenaline.I was able to throw him away from me. I got up and knew that I was. . Saara lund meri choot mein tha aur mai uska andkosh ko apni choot per dekh kar halke se muskurane lagi…mai abhi gor se apni choot mein ghuse hue lund ko dekh hi rahi thi ke Aslam ne zor laga kar shararat se meri choot per apne lund ka zor lagaya aur meri choot ko apni lund ke aaspaas ke ghoshte se dabane laga…..maine Aslam ke chutre dabate hue boli.. Kyun janaab kaisi lagi meri pavitra choot aapke is jawaan Muslim lund ko? Aslam ne apne lund ka zor kasa aur kaha…teri mast jawan hindu choot. "How is your son?" I asked."He is fine," she replied smiling happily."What is his name?" I asked."Sachin," she said."After the famous cricketer," I chuckled."No, I hate that game. I have named him after his father. He is a splitting image of him," she said brightly, "Saheb, you had promised to fuck me but you haven't." There has been no time," I said, "Maybe today evening after the shooting." Promise," she said crossing her heart."Promise," I repeated.At three we all assembled. Kris explained. After we ate, the girls were cleaning off the tables and they made room on the floor for dancing. They dimmed the light and played slow romantic music. Julie asked me to dance even though I told her I wasn’t much of a dancer. I held her and it just felt right. She smelled good and we even looked good on the dance floor. The night went by much to quickly. Before I knew it the party was over. ‘There is no way that was three hours’ I told myself. It was the nicest time I’ve had in years and it was.