Became lovers. At first they wrote about everyday happenings. Exchanging news of daily lives. Then dreams crept in. Imaginary prairies evolved sending...them off in a snapshot of time where they could be together. He taught her how to fly away in her mind, and lose herself in a fantasy. Her mind’s eye became her private world. She could see clearly what she wanted to see. She could feel deeply all of her private desires and have unspoken needs satisfied all in one flash. He taught her how to. Phir maine unke gale ke ird gird chumna suru kiya. Chumte chumte main unke breasts ke cleavage tak pahuncha. Unke breasts na bade the aur na chote, jaise bhi the, bahut aache the. Blouse se unke breasts jis tarah ubhar kar bahar nikle hue the, use dekh kar jee kar raha tha ki bas puri zindagi, in garma garam breasts ko choosta rahun.Maine unke cleavage me aapna chehra masal diya aur unke breasts ki khusboo ko soonghne laga. Unhone bhi mere sir ko aapni breasts pe daba rakha tha. Phir me uttha. "Yes I did - I did say use the shower gel" she said walking over to thebathroom cabinet and taking out the real shower gel where it had been leftout of sight."Then what's that then - what's in that jar ?" he said desperately pointingto the pot in her hand."Well come and sit down for a moment - I don't know quite how to tell you"she said as Colin's heart sunk - this did not sound like good news. "Whatyou've used was a trial jar of depilatory gel I've been beta testing for afriend who works at a. . mustn't get crazy. It's an illusion."His hand slipped down over the roundness of her bottom. When she didn't move it or protest, he moved the other hand and cupped both globes of her ass. They humped together for a minute or so and then slowly she pulled his hands up to her waist again."They sat across from each other at the small table in a dark corner of the noisy, jumping club. The din made conversation limited. But nothing was said about the fact that they had just humped sexually against.