Then we started to spend more time in love making we used to kiss each other whenever we get time in coaching centre, in parks during morning walk. We...were loving birds and a minute without each other was like a years for us.Let me tell you about my dream girl. She was basically from Punjab but used to live in Chandigarh with her parents. Her father was a surgeon in PGI and her mother was lecturer. She has one younger brother. She was a sex bomb,5ft.6″ height good amount of fat at right places.. There weren't more than a dozen other men in the room. He was sitting in the next to the last row, in the seat next to the aisle. "For better viewing pleasure" he used to say. The first 4 rows of the theatre were empty; the fifth had only one seat filled. She glanced around, hoping her nerves didn't show. Their eyes met, and for a quick moment surprise showed on his face. It was quickly replaced by the mask she was used to seeing there.She took her time, looking at each, catching them directly. Man it was a beauty, especially with the backdrop of the full moon. The house looked intimidating as it was enveloped by the white light of the moon. It was a nice two story mock Tudor home that was shaped in a large L with a great lawn on the front and nicely trimmed hedges. The roof was highly steepled and the second floor was overhanging the porch. The walls were half-timbered with herringbone brickwork in between beams and painted egg white with tall mullioned black window frames to. Not at all.’ However, he leaned up and looked into her eyes smiling, ‘You were wrong about the men’s room.’ ‘And you bought me lunch.’ She whispered. ‘And you dawdled, waiting for me. ‘ He teased. She said up protesting, ‘I didn’t dawdle it was a busy afternoon. It was packed.’ He leaned close, moving his arms behind her, muffling her voice in his shirt. But not for long as she slid it off his shoulders and his t-shirt over his head. ‘You were waiting for me.’ He spoke this into her hair and it.