M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wah... ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne. Right there!" I say as I hold her head to my chest. Her tongue is swirling around one of my nipples, her tongue wet and warm as she licks and sucks the tender flesh. Again, she seems to know what will turn me on more than any man I've been with. She doesn't suck too hard, the pressure just enough to send pleasure through my body as she works. "Mmmmm...yeah." I get out just as I feel Rob's tongue part my lips, our mouths coming together in deep kisses that leave me gasping for air, the pleasure. His breath close to her face is returned by her ragged on his. ‘Do what? ‘Not be scared.’ ‘I find it hard that you are, Mr. Macho,’ she says smiling for the first time in many days. ‘Oh I’m scared, you can believe that,’ he says in a voice that only confirms the words. ‘We’ve seen some shit, but whatever the fuck that is it’s entirely something I’m seriously fucking scared shitless of.’ ‘Well I would never have guessed that of you,’ Matthews admits. ‘So, what’s your answer?’ ‘I’m scared every. When I got to the restaurant I was shown to the table where my date, Paul, was waiting. He had a very nice bottle of chardonnay in an ice bucket, and poured me a large glass as I approached. He stood to greet me and kissed me on each cheek, lingering a little longer thanyou would. "You're very beautiful" he said"You're not so bad yourself" I smiled as he pulled the chair out for me like a perfect gentleman,there, as it happened, the resemblance ended."Nice arse" he whispered "Well, thank.