Gaand ko hilati hui ander aae. Asad ko daikha tu kehne lagi bhaijan apke fone se arshad (her husband ) ko fone kerna hai aur mere room main chali gae,... main ne asad ko eshara kiya who chala gaya, main apne room main gaya tu noren soofe per baithi thi. Main ne use apni good main betha lia aur aik hath us ke geele baalon main dala aur use ke mulaem cheeks per apni zaban pheri tu us ke monh se aaaaaaaaaaaaaah ki siskari nikli. Aik hath us ki kameez main daal ker us ke boobs ko masalna aur dabana. Our embassy budget doesnot cover the purchase of an expensive set of racing ponies."David laughed saying "Maybe he won't want to buy both of them back; surelyhe'll only want his daughter." Yes," replied the Ambassador, "but we have to hope the owner would notdevalue his property by selling them separately. Otherwise Stefanie is outof luck."For Marissa and Stefanie the next six months passed very quickly. Their dayswere filled with exercising and practice races. Stefanie had all but givenup hope. She wasn't the only thing that was perfect. So was the project. Well, almost. There was, in common parlance, a "punch list" of items to be completed or fixed, and happily, there were no major electrical issues.We had the meetings. Lots of meetings. I'd pop out of meeting, head into the facility to see work in progress or the testing that came afterward.There was an outcome from all this that I found a bit of a pleasant surprise. We were 'de-mobing' the site, construction being essentially over,. John pulled his fingers out. He kissed my lips, and I kissed him back. The kiss was long, deep, and passionate. On occasion he'd stop randomly, resting his nose on my face. He'd whisper select little nothings. He made me crave him even more with his words but was willing to go slow. After all, going slow gave me a chance to savor every move and touch. "I want to try something, guide me if I don't do it right, okay?" He asked.I kissed his lips that were hovering above my face. "Alright, what are.