While combing through the coins, my fingers brushed against what felt like a seal ring. You know, one of those rings people used when sealing a letter...with a wax plug. As I pulled it out into the open, the symbol engraved on the ring caught my eye. The curves and lines teased my mind for several seconds until, to borrow a cliché, the memories came rushing back... I was--or am, rather--Jevon Caughrym, though I've gone to a few extremes to make sure that none among the living are still. The short lithe, smaller-built female guards moved easily upwards, setting a hard pace for him to match. He had visited enough ancient Indian fortresses to understand the principle: Invaders would be forced to attack in single file, crouched awkwardly low. A single guard could defend the stairwell, and the piled bodies of the wounded and dead would make progress even more tortuous.It was a virtually impregnable defence — a thousand years ago. He glimpsed tiny slits in the wall and ceilings, and. Usne khud se hi jungli billi ki tarah position le liya, iss position mein uske curves aaye, haye kya lag rahe the. Uski gand ab mujhe apne taraf bula rahi thi. Main uski gand pe tut pada. Woh doggy style position mein apni gand ko mere se chatwa ke khilwa rahi thi.Pure class mein ‘chap chap slup slup’ ki awaz gunj rahi thi kyuki main uski gand aur chut ko chat chat ke kha raha tha. Uski gand chatte hue uski chut ko ungli kar raha tha. . Sirf ek ungli hi ja pa rahi thi. Ab maine use sidha leta. ” Good gosh, I thought. Am I crazy? He poured a shot glass of tequila and placed it on my flat stomach. Then he licked the salt from my tummy, threw back the shot and then took the lime from my lips. He lingered on my lips a bit more than he should have but I was totally into it by now. “I’d like a shot too. How about returning the favor?” So I spread some tequila around his nipple, poured a shot, put salt on his chest and licked him before knocking back a shot and then sucking the lime in.