Later, I was able to put things together; some from imagination, but mainly from what she told me days later.Him finding her asleep under the duvet, u...covering her and seeing her body curled foetus-tight. Her short satin nightie had ridden high, become distressed and tangled about her waist; the convexity of her smooth hips, skin taut and silken from her sleeping coil. And he would see her fissure as a dark scar splitting her backside. It was a sight so sublime, he would not help himself.She. Aur boli ki lalla iraada kya hai maine kaha jab se teri hauda aise gaand dekhi hai maine tab hi soch liya tha ki teri gaand na maari to kuch nahi kiya ye baat sun kar bua dar gayi aur boli beta aise baat na karo maine aaj tak gaand nahi marwaayi hai aur meri ek saheli jiska pati bina uski gaand maare sota nahi hai wo bata rahi thi ki gaand marwaane me bahut dard hota hai jabki uske pati ka land to sirf 6″ ka hai aur tera musad to poora 9″lamba hai na baba na main to gaand hargiz nahi maraaungi. I’d encountered her at a place I consulted and we’d spent some time together. Late one day she asked if I’d buy her a drink when the clinic closed. Having no better invitation, and certainly none as interesting for too long, I suggested a place to meet.She picked a table in a far corner and sat next to me rather than across. Hmmm, this was getting interesting. As we sipped and snacked on some appetizers she skillfully led the conversation. After a bit, one of her hand ended up on my thigh.. He kissed my shoulders, then brushed the straps away, and my nightgown slipped down around my waist. Freddie looked at me, then kissed my breast, while he stroked the other one with his fingers. I wriggled up further on the bed, and as I did, my silk nightgown slid all the way off. Again, I was naked in Freddie’s arms. He was still wearing his robe, open to the front. He hovered over me, gently parting my legs with his. He took my arms and put them above my head, then began to stroke my body.