Well, I think our love has died. We live in the same house, we talk about his books, and my work but it’s just all empty. There’s no spark, no pas...ion. We haven’t made love in three months . . .’ With that, she looked away from me. ‘I’m sorry. I really am. No one should have to live in a loveless relationship,’ I encouraged. ‘I don’t know where I’m going to go yet, or what I’m going to do. I just know I can’t live like this anymore . . .’ With that the tears welled up in her eyes, and I took. " I'd have done it for anyone," I replied."I am really sorry for going off like just I did. Can you forgive me?" I accept your apology, Paula. Are you going to have some breakfast?" I'm not hungry ... Maybe some black coffee..."She returned with a cup and sat across from me. Then, she opened her bag and removed a wallet. "How do you spell your name?" she asked."Paula -- what are you doing?" I'm writing you a check -- for saving my life." I said I'd have done it for anyone." But you didn't do it. Fir maine uska trouser utaar diya. Usne pink color ki penty pehni thi. Us par spot the. Fir maine uski thighs ko kiss kiya. Kiss krte krte uski bra penty dono utaar di. Uski chut shaved thi. Sayad morning me hi shave ki thi. Pink color ki choti se chut dekhkr mera lund puri tarah se excited ho gya tha. Vo sarma kr apne chut ko tango k bich chupaane ki naakam koshish kr rhi thi. Maine uski legs ko thoda open kiya and uske legs k bich aakr baith gya. Fir uski chut ki paas kis kiya to vo excited. I quickly shut the door, and made a hasty retreat to my bedroom, where I soon achieved a hard orgasm, maybe my best ever.I had been masturbating regularly for several months after a sleep over with my friend Abby. Abby had introduced me into joys of masturbating and I was quickly addicted. We had talked about licking each-others pussy’s but had not progressed that far yet. I could not wait to tell Abby about what I had seen.The next morning my mom came to my bedroom and said, “Alison, we need.