Smita mere paas ayi aur kaha doctor sahab mere pet me dard ho raha hai. maine kaha” thik hai tum let jao mai check karta hoon. phir wo let gayi. men... uske pet ko dabaya aur usase puchane laga kaha dard ho raha hai ” doctor sahab wahi dard ho raha hai jaha aap daba rahe hai. fir mene usko kaha ” aciditi hui hai injection deta hoon” aur usne apni frock upar ki aur apni chaddi niche ki usne chaddi puri ghutno tak niche kardi thi. mene uski chut dekhi mene pahli bar kisiki chut dekhi thi. mene. You may have figured out I'm not a very honest person. Or very innocent. And that's totally true. And in more ways than one. I do like sex more than I should. I live out of my office at work, my locker at the 24-hour gym I joined, and an all-night laundromat between the two, but I don't really have a home. Well, I do, but...I don't? I'll just explain it. I live with my Dad, but I don't really head there too often. Usually I sleep in a motel with some hookers, or someone from a casino or bar. I hold you tight for a few moments before letting you slide down. You don't really back away and we remain close to each other, with my hand around your waist and your arm around mine. We talk briefly for a few moments and have a few drinks in the living room of the two-room suite. You steps to the bedroom in search of the restroom so Your hubby & I continue chatting. It's still a little tense...not sure why because last time we met I watched you two in your most intimate moments. But still...I. No fuss, no muss. Nothing." You have to leave for a few days? Do have you have anything set up?" No. I was thinking of going to Atlantic City." How about six days and seven nights at the Taj?" What are you talking about, Sal?" I got some comp's coming. I think it would work out pretty good for you." Sounds good to me." Are you going alone, Tony?" Yeah. This is all sort of spur of the moment. I didn't have any time to invite guests." You shouldn't be alone. You need somebody to help verify that.