For example, tu hath lagayegi to bhi badhega (There are various factors. Even if you touch, it will increase.)Himani got curious and touched Pratik’... dick. Pratik shuddered and Himani pulled back. Then Pratik said –Pratik: Kar na, acha lagta hai (Touch me, it feels good).Himani seemed troubled, but Pratik nudged her with encouragement. At last, she touched his dick again. She felt his hard dick with her bare hand and started stroking it.“This is a one-time thing only”, she warned Pratik. He. The same fear trembled in his words."Oh, Gods!" I gasped."Oh, Gods!" His head cocked, still examining me like a specimen."What are you?" What are you?" he mimicked perfectly. "You have a very controlled voice," he said suddenly, still sounding like me. "But this is not your real accent. I can pick up its intonations buried beneath this learned diction. You are from the area known as the South, yes?"How? I had worked very hard in school to lose my accent; a journalist should speak. As usual, on my jog around the park on a Saturday morning, with likewise people who just wanted to keep fit, I had got to know most of them from my regular runs, most of them being around the 50 year old mark, but this particular Saturday I saw a new face in the crowd, he wasn't a regular, he was about 30 ish, but what made me take more notice of him was, as he ran along I saw his cock swinging from side to side in his shorts, it made me hard instantly, I fucking loved looking at it, my first. Shall we let our respective ghosts make their own introductions?” he asked.“You’re not intruding at all and yes they should be able to sort themselves out well enough. I’m Jinx, thanks for this.” She said and raised the new glass to her lips. She was glad to no longer be the only living person at the table. She suddenly felt warmer as well. Ada sniffed the air trying to detect his cologne or after shave but all she could smell were the normal expected odors of their surroundings. An occasional.