Seeing Tom, who I thought was dead for good, stared at me impassively from across the crowd, seemingly unconcerned about everything that was happening...around him.“So, David...”, another girl began to ask when I hastened to move across the room to reach Tom, eager to get him away from this crowd. While my behaviour would certainly be considered rude, I found myself not caring about it at all. I had eyes for only one person, a person I was eager to send back to the realms of death.When I reached. We had agreed that I would drive out, spend the week with her, and we would be married the following Sunday. It was 2:30 am when I finally stopped at a Motel 6 near Knoxville, Tennessee to get some sleep before driving on into Norfolk the next day. I had just gotten into the room and undressed when my phone rang. It was her, my beautiful Trisha, calling me just to say, “Goodnight.” As I heard her sultry voice, my cock sprang to full attention. My God, what a voice! If I have told her. It all started around few months back. One day we were talking about actresses when we were reading a filimfare magazine. I still remember us looking at Bipasha Basu’s picture. She was dressed in a very skimpy outfit. And I casually mentioned that Bipsha Basu looked hot in that pose.After that my sister started teasing me that I liked Bipasha very much. That is when I told her that if any girl wears a really outfit then she would look hot and that I guys like such girls very much. This. ‘Now there is no stopping this- you know I won’t be able to stop when I get a taste of that,’ he cautioned, and Clara closed her eyes, bracing herself for the searing pain of a hard thorn of flesh ripping into her most sensitive and intimate core… … And that flash of torture never came. The tip of his shaft parted her smooth, glossy netherlips and slid up and down the slash of blushing arousal until it was slick with her cloyingly sweet excitement. Against her will, a moan escaped her throat,.