Yeh dailogs hain kyonki story ka asli mazaa dailogs main hi hota hai.Ajay: aur sone jaisa badan chandni raat me meri bahon me hi aur mine tumhe ghar m... akeli nangi nahate hue pakar bathroom se utha liyaAjay: tum chatpatati hoPriya: hai kya karte ho jijuPriya: didi aa jayegiPriya: choro naAjay: are wah isi nangi sali ki garam gost ko kaise chor dunPriya: hai daiya jijajiAjay: use to rrat bhar club me hi rahne doPriya: bahar kaha le ja rahe hoAjay: are aaj sali ko chandniraat me baahaar garden me. Around 11:15 pm, the bus started and my friends were too occupied in the last seat. I was thinking that I wanted to sit between them, then only I could touch both of them.Preethi: Sruthi, you don’t want a window seat, ha? (I was like this slut is also waiting for the moment.)Sruthi: Yes.While changing our seats, I placed my hand on Sruthi’s seat to make her sit on my hand. She too sat in a way like lifting her right ass to let me take my hand. But instead of taking my hand, I grabbed her ass. Lingering to give them plenty of attention as you begin to squirm a little. I continue to move down kissing and caressing as I go. Reaching your hips I move around and kiss down your outer thighs and down your beautiful long legs. I continue to kiss down to your knees and beyond to your feet and toes. Then I slowly kiss and lick my way back up on the inside of your legs and knees. You spread your legs a little welcoming my soft kissing and caressing and I continue to lick and kiss my way up. "So how's the home-made wine article going? You seem remarkably engrossed, I must say." This last remark was made with a mischievous smirk, as she was staring at the large mound which had appeared in my shorts. "I never imagined a man could get turned on reading about wine."I turned the page, to be confronted by a large colour picture of a couple in an expensive foreign convertible. Its hood was down and the front seats had been reclined. The male driver had thrown his head back in apparent.