Her finger is still sliding sensuously in and out of my wet honey pot; she moves her whole body over mine as her finger slides inside.I can feel her l...ong hair brush against my waist with the occasional strands nibbling at the end of my nipples; arousing me further.The sensations that she develops within me are instrumental. Playing me like a concert violinist, plucking at my strings, sliding her exotic bow over me and making me sing to her tune. In her expert hands, I will do anything she asks. I need silence, and focus. As I come up the on-ramp onto the interstate, I roll down the window and throw the IPod out, as hard as I can. It bounces on the concrete and ends up lying lonely in the dirt. I roll the window up and start over. ‘Who are you?’ she’d asked… – It takes about thirteen hours in a car to go from the lower New York area to Nashville, Tennessee. Plenty of time to reassess pretty much every single thing going on in my life. Fueled by a steady intake of coffee and a sense. Maine zatkese uska lund nikalkar uska pani thuk diya. Lekin uska swad mere muhme bas gaya aur muze achha bhi laga. Lekin mai nirash ho gayi, kyonki meri chut mein khujlahat ho rahi thi. Usne yah jante huye muze bola ki , ‘ madam aap bas chusti raho. Ye mera lund fir khelneke liye taiyyar ho jayega. Isi aas me main uska murzaya hua lund jorose chuse ja rahi thi. 10 minute ki chusayi ke baad wo ab tanane laga tha. Main chuste chuste uske undkoshoko bhi sahlaye ja rahi thi. Uske lund par kafi. I suppose we have to thank you for opening our eyes, or at least I do. I don’t know how long she’s known the truth. It hurts. But let’s be honest. She’s never going to love me. She’s never going to feel about me the way she feels about you. Now you have to figure out how you feel about her. Because if you don’t love her it wouldn’t be fair to let her think you do or that she has a future with you.“I’m sorry to put you in this uncomfortable position. But you brought this on yourself. I.