Whan bahot andhra tha, isliye whan par koi bhi nhi aa skta tha.Whan jate hi maine Nidhi ko apni bahon me le liya. Aur uske hontho ko jor jor se kiss k...arne lag gya. Uske hontho ka rass lajawab tha. Maine usko hontho ko jor jor se chus rha tha. Tabhi Nidhi mujhe alag karte hue boli.Nidhi – Ab jo karne aaye hai, wo karo ye sab baad me hota rehga.Ye sun kar main toh Nidhi ka diwana hi ho gya tha. Maine jhat se uska top uper kiya aur uski bra ko khol diya. Mere samne uske gore mote boobs aa gye. The relationship between her jaw and cheekbone were like few things he’d seen. “Do they ever tell you their names?” “Absolutely not.” She nodded – unsurprised by his reply - and walked out. Hawke opened the refrigerator and started taking inventory. * The trailer was cramped but everything was crisp and tidy as an old motel room. Fresh sheets were folded and stacked on one of the bunks. The lights turned on and water ran in the kitchenette. The moment alone made it all feel more comfortable. And new, especially when it was suggested by my wife, usually meant exciting!Oral sex was our old standby, dating back to the time when we were high school sweethearts and used to sneak quick tastes of each other whenever we could get away with it. Somehow, while still mutually pleasurable all these years later, it was also very comfortable. It was certainly a routine, but I never thought of it as a rut.So despite our experiments in bringing pleasure to each other throughout our marriage, I had. "What?" I asked again. "He's dead!" She pushed her part of the paper across to me and pointed to an obituary. I looked at the picture of the gentleman. He was a nice looking older man, probably around my age or a little older, and I read the obit. "Dead!" she said once more. "I can't believe it." I put the paper down and we looked at each other. "Can you believe that?" she asked me. "I never would have expected a heart attack," she stated. "He was in great health when we divorced. He kept.