Wo bhi kasmasakar mujhse chipak gayi. Uski chunchiyan mere seene me dhans gayi.. Bahut mansal aur sakht chunchiyan thi kisi rubber ball ki tarah. Mere...dono hathon ne zor se uske badan ko doboch liya, aur uski peeth ko sehlane lage. Meri jeeb uski jeeb ki taste lene lagi. Is doauran usne kuch nahin kaha. Bus maza leti rahi. Achanak usne aakhen kholi aur boli, “sahabji, bus, koi dekh lega.” Maina kaha, “raani, ab to mat roko mujhe. Sirf ek bar.” “Ek baar, kya sahab ?” usne badi maumiyat se. I led the way with my trolley and glancing back at her saw that her dampness was now showing through her trousers. We left our trolleys outside and i went to the men’s, she was heading to the women’s and at the last second dived in behind me. We got in a stall in record time and there was so much frantic tension that pleasantries were skipped. She stood and faced the wall and leaned over slightly pushing her bottom towards me. I knelt and pulled her stretchy trousers down and with it her white. We called it a night around 9:30, it had been a long day playing and singing; but my voice was still holding up.“With all of the rehearsing, and everyone else around, it doesn’t give the opportunity for Ange and me to get together,” Lisa said once we were in bed. “I spoke to her just before dinner, and she was very keen for us to continue on what we had been doing.”“All that waiting is going to build up the anticipation, for both of you,” I replied.“Anticipation? Damn, already I want to see,. ‘How ’bout some coffee?’ I asked one morning, maybe a week later, and led her into the house. While I was brewing it, she wandered about, finally ending up in the music room. I heard the first few tinkles on my grand piano, which hadn’t been touched in over a year, then – suddenly – the whole house reverberated with the glorious sounds of Grieg’s Piano Concerto. I watched her laboring over the keyboard as I carried the mugs of coffee, then took a seat to let the music wash over me. She seemed.