One of thetwelve might half-sit and half-recline, in the painting's foreground,seeming, by dint of perspective, larger by far than the others, aplatte... of fruit before her--grapes and melons and bananas and orangesand pears--but idle, looking into the distance, a vacant look upon herlovely countenance that could signify boredom, contemplation, ornothing in particular at all. Viewers' attention is seized and held bythe suggestion of activity as well as the exotic setting itself and thedozen. Mera pora lun us ki phudi may ja chuka tha or ab wo ahista ahista jump ker rahi thi us ka wait kafi huny ki wajah sy or jump kerny sy pora bed zor zor sy hil raha tha kher us ny apny haat mery chest pay rakhy hoye thy or wo taiz tazi jump ker rahi thi usk jump kerny sy mery moo sy b aaah ahh ki awaen nikal rahi theen or may sath sath us k mammy haat may lay k zor zor sy daba raha tha or kabhi kabhi us ki bund k pichy haat lay ja k bund b daba raha tha.kher takreeban 10 minute isi style may usy. "Fine," I said with an exasperated sigh. I waved her out so the door would close. She shook her head with what was definitely a naughty smile. I laughed and shook my head, but went ahead and removed the first pair of pants. "Oh, I like a man who wears boxers," she purred. I shook my head again, and pulled the next pair on. As I had predicted, they were too tight in the crotch and butt. I am sure they would have been just fine, as long as I didn't plan on walking, sitting or bending while. His hands glided down me, feeling the curves of my chest, waist and hips as he pressed his crotch against me, letting me feel his erection. He wrapped his arms around me, running one hand across my stomach, pulling me into him, and groping my tits with the other. “So do you want to come back to mine then..?” he toyed and kissed my neck just below my ear. I groaned at the tease but nodded “uh huh”, aching to feel him inside of me.We traveled the short distance up the road, giggling and groping.