Ryan questioned this. But she keep her thoughts to herself.Ryan was an out of work looking for a job in her field space. Shell was golfing and sociali...ing with her "own" kind. Ryan also wrote short stories. She was not a professional. As Ryan never took a writing class in her life. She just enjoyed writing her thoughts down. Sort of like a journal. Ryan was currently writing a story about a fantasy of her desires. Shell was an inspiration to her. Keeping the passion she needed alive, spiriting. Everyone was snotty and materialistic so I had no friends. Every day I would have to rush through each class, follow people around, be ignored, and eat alone at an isolated table. All I wanted was to make friends, but it seemed nearly impossible, so I stopped trying. One day, everything changed. I met the most beautiful girl and I knew I was being stupid for falling in love with those dark-blue eyes as they gazed upon me. She got closer and said, "Would you mind if I sit here?" She had the best. Aunty :- okay and abse tum mere best friend ho so mujhe aunty mt bola kro. Maira na babita hai. Tum mujhe princess bol sakte ho.Bike chalate hue aur aunty picche bethe hue.Me :- ok princessNext dayMai utha ground ke liye ja rha tha tbhi dekha ki ghar ke bahar babita maira wait kr rhi hai.Me :- aap aur yha gye nahi abhi tk ground.Babita :- maine socha sath mai chalte hai.Me :- ohh sorry maine late kiya aap ko chalo.Phir hum vha se aaye .Babita :- kya aap mujhe bike pr bank chhod denge.Mai :- kyu. Driving me to the brink of ecstasy, when he inserts a second, which sends me into my first orgasm. The first I hope of many to come. He holds me in his embrace, fingers still inside me, waiting for me to return to him from the heavens. He slowly moves away from me and stands. He removes his clothing, and finally he stands before me in all his magnificent glory. I rise to my knees in front of him. Breathing in the scent of him, I lower my lips and gently kiss the head of his manhood. Tongue.