’ Then she pinched me so I couldn’t laugh and spoil the effect on the news crews. That afternoon, I flew back to my home in Honolulu. My ex-wife ...oon forgotten. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A couple of months had gone by since my NYC book tour. I was well on the way to creating another blockbuster (or at least I hoped so) when my phone rang. I had been taking a break sitting on my deck to get my thoughts in order. The temperature was in the high 70’s and the wind was gentling blowing across. I asked him kaha dard hai.? He was shy to answer me but he showed his dick. I said sharmate kyun? Isse kehte hai loda ek baar mere chooth ko zor se dakka do teek hojayega. He was shy but he smiled and he was naughty too he catched bulge of my pussy and squeezed it. I asked kaisa hai? He lately answered acha hai. I asked acha beta, ab khud muje ache se chod aur zor se dakka deke chodna, he agreed and came between my legs and he himself made room for his dick in my pussy, without my knowledge he. I made coffee for him every day for a week. My mother called us frequently telling us how much she was enjoying. Even I was spending a memorable time with a gentleman. The problem was I didn’t wanted him to be as decent as he behaved with me. I wanted him to sleep with him, and touch me everywhere. I wanted him so badly that all his reactions- his chuckles, smiles, smirk and even his frown was intoxicating. So I was very happy when he planned to take me out on Sunday. He said that we needed to. There are many fans and haters for me, which I feel is part and parcel of this life. It’s just about sharing the experiences ensuring the trust and confidentiality is maintained.This experience of mine happened a few months back. The lady was about to get married. She wanted to experience the massage, since post marriage, it may not be possible for her. Here is how the conversation went with her. Let’s call her Deepthi. Deepthi (In her mail): Hi Nish. Deepthi here from Bangalore. While.