Sheron thought of a thousand ways to tell her that she made him complete, that he could not be without her but his warrior’s tongue refused to obey ...is heart…so he just held her. He felt her lips against his forearm. ‘Now what was it you wanted to tell me?’ She teased. He hugged her hard enough to make her squeal with laughter. He gathered her up and took her to the couch smoothing the long pieces of gold hair around her face and noting the teeth mare that was already beginning to form on her. Phir pinky ki papa use hamare gharmen chodke chale geye. Phir men pinky ki sath dhire dhire bat karke khul milgeya.jab men unki sath bat kartatha usitme men unki boobs ko dekh ta tha .eak din men mera office men jarahatha usitime pinky mujhe mandir jane keliye boli.men papa ko pucha , papa pinky mandir jane keliye bolrehihey men use mandir leyjau ? Papa ne bole ye kya puchne wali bat hey tu use mandir leja aur hosake to usko app na office ke taraf ghumake lea. Phir ham dono mere bike men mardir. It was in between where the trouble lay. On the fourth Charlie played a dire tee shot, though and the ball swung off to the left and into the trees. Gerrard had watched her play the shot and was surprised given how well she had teed off at the earlier holes. It was almost as if she had meant to do it. Playing his own shot onto the middle of the fairway they marched off together to look for her ball. Gerrard had been in there a few times himself and knew it wasn’t a good place to be. It might. “F-Fuck,” Tori breathed, feeling them smile against her skin.She had never really cared for her first time being special, whatever that meant. As long as it was with someone who respected her and her limits, made her feel good, and the moment itself could be something she could look back at as a nice memory, Tori was content. So, when blue eyes settled on hers, hot lips whispering sweet, filthy promises into her own, she ultimately decided all those boxes were checked. “Special” was exactly.