I threw the imaginary hose away, to play around with an imaginary pointing finger, which immediately proved to be an excellent mental crutch (that sur...ly being what all the imagery was). That image was more flexible because it could be located anywhere and point in any direction. It was also very familiar and intuitive. I could easily imagine my hand behind my back, with a finger extended, pointing at my shoulder blade in a direction toward the middle of my chest. It was actually easier to. Or puchne lagi kya bat he aap ko kya chahiye avi. May bola kya nay andar aa sakta hun ?Usne mana kardi kyun ki wo to kisi or ko soch ke bethi he, agar may andar aajaun to uski chudai ka kya hoga? Fie may jabardasti andar geya or bola please Reena daro mat. Aap ne hi to mujhe bulaya tha. Uski chek nikal geyi. May bola itni din se aap mere sath phone pa bat karte the or aaj 9 waje ki time v di thi bhul geyi kya? Wo sarmageyi or mujhse chipak geyi. Or boli may karun may chudai k liye tadap rahihun. Fine." He turned to me. "But you owe me a few six packs. And not cheap shit."#They agreed to do it on Saturday. Dad was out of town on business. Natalie was working a double-shift tending bar, and I would be at the pool until eight. But neither Todd, who was also life-guarding but generally worked different shifts, nor Dom, who was interning at an engineering firm, had to work. So it was perfect timing.When I got to work, I grew a bit nervous though. There were dark clouds in the sky. It looked. The fact that she was making small gasping sounds and little mewling noises made it an incredible turn on too.The other thing was her scent. She smelt so good and it seemed to trigger every sexually related nerve in me. It was a warm and slightly spicy, almost exotic, smell and it was so inviting. I wanted to dive right into her both physically and metaphorically. I kissed along the outer edges of her lips and she cried out when my lips brushed across her exposed clit. I knew I was stalling.