Wow! Seven months! I remember when we couldn’t go seven days without seeing each other. Our decision to take a break over the summer holidays wasn�...t unique as we have done that a couple of times to concentrate on our real lives. The decision at the end of the summer to call it quits wasn’t a surprise either. We had enjoyed a fantastic seven years with each other but everything moves on... or not, as it seems. Hence, why I’m now nervously waiting for you in a hotel room on a Tuesday afternoon.. . Pehle usne chai p;ee aur phir bischit jaldi jaldi se khane laga… jaldi mein uski shirrt par chai gir gai. Maine jaldi se usse kaha… array jaldi se shirt utar do chai garam thee … main uski shirt ke batan khol diye uski balon se bhari chhati dekh kar toh .. Mera dil kareney laga ki abhi iski bahon mein sama jauoon aur yeh mujhe daba kar meri haddiyon ka choorma bana de. Maine uski shirt utar di. Ab who bina shirt ke purani lungi mein thaa. Maine kahan ki .. Main chai ke cup rakh kar aati hoo. I rubbed my cheek against her soft breast, and found her dark nipple, sweet as chocolate, and sucked it into my hungry lips.A soft sigh escaped Desiree's lips, and I looked through a curtain of my pink hair to see Desiree quickly shut her eyes. I nipped her nipple, biting ever so gently with my teeth, and felt her twitch. I released her nipple, and kissed up the slope of her breast to her shoulder. I bit and nibbled on her shoulder blade, then I nuzzled at the nape of her neck, sucking hard. She would send me pictures of her and text me occasionally when she was out with her girlfriends. I did take her out to lunch one time and gave her a hug in the parking lot as we left, she told me later that if I had made a pass at her she would have let me taken her home and fuck her right then!Our descent into our secret affair started innocently enough with her sending me pictures of her scars from her recent surgery, tiny little scars above her pretty little behind. She then started.