MaiAC room mein baitha ha aur woh wahan se chali gaye .. doston kya batau …. thodi der baad woh jab aaye to usne sirf ek transparent nighty pehni th... .. mai to uske ubhare huey badan ko dekhta hi rah gaya ….. mai samajh gaya aur toot pada pehle to maine usau bahut der tak kiss kiya aur uske bade boobs upar se daba raha tha .. woh garam saansein le rahi thi .. us nay mera haath apnay boobs par rakha aur khud hi dabaane lagi … mera 8″ inch ka lund jeans mein ek dum tight ho gaya tha aur jeans fit. We approached it and a man ran out, opened the door, we got in and he ran back to drive."Where to Mrs. Post?" he asked."Take me to the beach house" she said."The beach house?" he asked."Yes, the beach house." she confirmed."But Mrs Post, the beach house is.." he tried to say."I said take me to the beach house, now take me to the beach house and if I see you touch your phone I will make sure you never work in this city again!" she yelled."Yes ma'am, the beach house." he said.We made our way out. I took her in my arms and started kissing her, slowly sucking her lips, just making sounds for acknowledging her questions and statements.Pragya: you are just not reasonable with mu body.Me (still sucking her lips): I am sorry my dearie bitch. I can’t stay away from your body. It is mine to be used the like I want.I laughed to ease her grim face, and took her hand and kissed it. She loved me kissing her palm. She smiled and asked calmly.Pragya: I am sorry that you had to go inside it.Me: it is. He was looking over my shoulder at the message:We are in the car. More tomorrow.The next day, and another red and white envelope. This one was also from Nashville. "She must be going to Vanderbilt. Or Tennessee State." I was unhappy. That was too far away."Open it up," said Spencer.I ripped it open and took out the single sheet.Soon, my love. Check tomorrow's mail."Aaarrrgh!" I cried. "What is she doing to me?!?" Okay, so she dropped off two in Nashville. You still don't know anything," said.