. Aur wo khadi ho gayi. Maine wahi uski saree khich kar nikal di. Wow.. Peticot aur blouse me kya lag rahi thi wo.. Mera lund to betaab hone laga. Mai...e kaha jara ek baar ghumo. To usne apni peeth meri taraqf ki… Uske petticoat me uske chutad ekdum kase huye the. Bal kahti kamar ekdum chikni. Mai khada ho gaya aur use piche se pakad liya. Mera lund uski gaand ke ghati me lag raha tha. Maine uske kaan ke pas munh le ja kar dheere se chuma aur kaha..”Tum bahut garam chez ho” wo boli :to thanda. I hadn't seen her for 6 months when I saw her in the street waiting for somebody at a bus stop. She was gorgeous, she did not dress as a Goth anymore, she wore a tight white top, a grey pleaded miniskirt, showing the top of her thigh highs and a pair of tight black knee boots: exactly what I liked and what she had always refuse to wear when she was going out with me. Her hair was longer, jaw length, and still gothic black. I was consumed with desire and walked in her direction when the bus. This went on only long enough to make a circle around the block and back to the hotel.She must have just wanted to make sure that I was serious and to make sure that her parents were gone from the hotel when she went back in. I glanced over and saw that Ms. Smith was still sitting in the hotel restaurant slowly working on her wine that we had ordered for dinner.She headed right for the elevators turning and looking behind her and wiggling a finger at me to follow her. This time I picked up my. I was tackled by a young, strong, and naked kid. He looked to be about 14 or 15 blond and fair-skinned. When we collided, I did what came naturally, I grabbed him. That was a mistake. The little brat turned into a squirming, punching, dervish. Fortunately, I was able to hang on long enough for two burly orderlies to arrive and get control of him. As they were dragging him back to sickbay, he was yelling at the top of his lungs “Let me go, I didn’t do nuffin, you can’t prove it.” and as the.