Or simran apne pati k sath mere building me mere paas wale room me shift hui thi..Simran or uske pati ne love marriage ki thi..Or yaha sirf wo dono hi...the..Simran ko yaha shift hokar 1week hogaye theOr wo meri mom ki achhi khasi friend ban gai thi..Yaaro jab mene usko first time dekha tab hi me usko like karne laga tha..Usko jitni baar dekhta tha har baar usko khoob chodne ka man karta tha mujhe..Or isiliye me din me kamse kam 4-5 baar uske ghar chala jata tha kisi na kisi bahane..Uska jab uske. I continue to batter her insides, and detect the unmistakable scent of her own juices rising from my rapidly moving toy. There is also, when I listen carefully, a change in the tenor and pitch of her voice. The high-pitched squeals are still there, particularly each time the black rubber delivers its rough attentions to her cervix, but they are interspersed with low moans as the textured surface of my toy glides smoothly between her sensitive lips and over the barely-touched flesh of her. “About 8 p.m.” she said. “ We will pick you up.” There it was confirmed, Lance would be attending. I trudged through the day and soon was headed home to get ready. They arrived right on time and we headed out to a really nice restaurant not far away. Lance as always, was his old charming self. I just simply could not see what Beth ever saw in this guy. But as always, I held my tongue and made small talk. Dinner was more of the same, but I did notice that Lance was really drinking a bit more. " Okay, I'll keep an eye out for him. At least he left me the phone, so I'm back in business." I also found the note with three names attached to a stack of tri-folded, blue wrapped, sheets of papers. Anyone could tell by looking that they were lawyer's papers awaiting service. I took a look at the dates. The oldest was not quite a week old so they weren't too bad. On the note was written the dates of the attempts to serve and the results.After the sign painter leaves, I will have to deal with.