Rolling to her side, she takes in the aura of moonlight streaming through white drapes. She stretches, her body soft under silky satin sheets. Althou...h she knows she has slept for scant hours, energy and life courses through her. Sitting up, she cranes her neck and tentatively tests her shoulder. Seconds later she is quickly rotating her arm, amazed as she realizes that his touch, his intention was indeed healing… and very strong healing. She stands, strolling to the window, bracing her hands. When we walked into the club, I jokingly made the remark to my loving Victor that I was hoping at least I could find there one straight male who could dance with me.Our friends laughed and told me basically the odds were against me. The club was dimly lit, and the music was playing loud. As we walked through following our friends I glanced around the room to the male strippers and wondered to myself if these gorgeous men could possibly be interested. We went out to the dance floor; I excused. For a short man, Autry had a booming voice when he wanted to, “Garth Higgins Venerable, you are under arrest for the murder of Hiram Hitchcock in Cleveland, Ohio. July 4, 1884.”The shocked congregation was starting to stir, starting to murmur among themselves. I yelled, “Shut up!” My voice far louder than Autry’s.Venerable was gasping, his mouth opening and closing like a fish fresh out of water. Autry handcuffed him smoothly, obviously not his first time. He frog-marched Venerable back down. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Aisi awajee ane lagiiiii….. Mai ne pichee se unke boobs pakad liyeeee…..Kasam se mai toh pagal ho gaya..Unke boobss bahot bade aur tight the….Mera lund toh jaiseee rocketttt ban gyaaa….Maine unki maxiii nikal di aur wo mere lund ko picheee se pakad k hilane lagiiiii…….Meriii toh halat khrabb hone lagiii… Bhabhii ko mai bedroomm me le gaya aur unko bed par litaa diya…. Waka par ek choclate rakhiii thiii maine uss chaclate kooo bhabhi ke boobs par laga.