..” she stopped me mid sentence.She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes before speaking. “Tim,” she started slowly, “I need to tell yo... something...” there was a long pause.“What is it?” I asked.“I...” she sighed and, after another decent pause, she continued. “I've... been in Love with you... for a while, now... a long while.”Stunned, I just looked at her as she continued to explain.“I was eleven... we were at the lake... I went to the back to change and I saw... I saw you. You were. Your hands! They slip firmly around my throat and I can hear the rumble of desire echo from deep within your chest. Oh, fuck. What you do to me with a single touch. Wet. A river of need courses between my thighs, and I ache for you. My pussy pulsates and throbs, melting. I am lost in a swirling haze of need. Yours. I tremble like a leaf in a storm, my body swaying into the invisible pull of yours, and as your fingers stroke the soft skin of my jaw, I turn my head and gently suck your. Fir hum baate kerne lge, aur fir waha se bill pay ker ke nikal aaye, aur meri hi gaadi mai hum seedha pari mahal chale gye, aur waha kuch der baate kerne aur ghoomne ke baad ek jagah baith gye, who bohot khush lag rahi thi mujhse milke, fir usne kaha ke phone per bohot garam garam baate kerte ho, but yaha toh bohot shareef bann rahe ho, toh maine uska jawaab diya, ke garam garam cheeze khule aam nahi hoti dear, uske liye ghar ki chaar deewari ke ander jana padta hai. Warna mai hindu, aur tum. "Simone went back down for another gagging swallow as Greg's eyes rolled back in his head. When she came back up, after spitting out more gobs of spit, she stood up so her husband could see what she was wearing. He had not seen her in her purple baby-doll with the matching panties (or any other slinky outfit) for many months. Simone didn't think she would fit into some of her more form-fitting lingerie and in fact, it was a stretch to contain her breasts in this outfit. But even though her abs.