Kafi time chusne ki bad mey uski muu pei jar gaya. mey fir use daraya ek drop bhi niche girna nehi chaiye sara pii le or meri laude ko fir apni toungs... saf kor. phir maine uski sari ki niche hat gusake uski panty ki andor hat dala to pata chala chut puri gili hey arr chut pe bal bhi hey tab mey gussa ho kar hat nikal liya. ar usko bola ” kal chutt puri saf korke ana or short skirt pahenke office ana.” phir mey uski ros ka hat seiSmell lene lagi waoooooooooo kya khusboo hey.udar rampal ko pata. We’re not exactly the same size, you know.” I heaved a sigh of relief. “Thanks for letting me make it up to you. My home’s this way.” XXX Five minutes later, I opened the door to my apartment and ushered him in. “Make yourself at home,” I said. “I’ll just go put the washing machine on.” The man walked in, looking around furtively as he took his hat off. And that’s when I saw him properly for the first time. Well, fuck me sideways. It was Tom Welling. Tom Welling, of Smallville. We skipped past the first waterfall. It was crowded with people. The next stretch of trail was less crowded, but there were still people. I couldn’t stop thinking about Andy’s hands sliding into my pants and touching me. I fantasized about him ripping down my pants and taking me right in the middle of the trail.We passed another waterfall. After taking pictures, we kept going. This time it was quiet. We didn’t see anyone else. He looked at me. I grinned back. We looked for the perfect. I set it down for him and again decided to give him a little privacy for his meal; watching people—well, anything—eat is impolite, I thought. When I got back to the living room it struck me that this wasn't the most sensible thought I'd ever had, I mean you share meals with other people all the time, and anyhow this was just a dumb animal, but it still seemed somehow right not to intrude.In due course he emerged from the kitchen, came right up to me again, and I thought it might be time to let.