“Honey, I’d like that to be my treat. To celebrate our catching up with each other after all these years… and to celebrate your being so very lo...vely.” We stood almost breast to breast, looking straight into each other’s eyes, my words hanging in a silence that was broken only by the sound of our breathing. For a moment neither of us moved; then, with exquisite slowness, our mouths met gently, separated, and then came together again with greater urgency, lips parting, tongues probing, breathing. He slid his tongue back inside her while his finger danced across her button making her squirm. Moving back up, he started on her clit again while sliding one then two fingers inside her. She moaned a little louder than before and he used his other arm to keep her hips firmly planted on the bed. He began to sit up and moved closer to her while stroking his already swollen shaft with his other hand. Finally, removing his fingers from her, he pulls her hips up onto his thighs. He begins to rub. Sadi wale din jab sab chale gaye to mai uanke ghar me rat me ruka tha mai badi mami ke room me ruka tha kyuki hum jayda close the aur wo mujhse chud bhi chuku thi Rat me apne bachhe ko sulane ke bad hum bate kar rahe the mami ko pata tha ki mai unhe rat me chodunga but unhe ye nahi pata tha i ajj mai ek nahi dono mami ko chodne ka man bana ke aya hu Hum baith ke bate karne lage Mami : tannu tum to kuch bolte hi nhai bas rat me hi bolte ho?(wo double mining me sex ki bat kar rahi thi ) Mai : ye. Pre-programmed schools of art style allowed the same thought-image to appear as impressionist, cubist, super-realism or neo-naturalist with a click of a menu option. Art was no longer a rare medium nor, to many, was it well done.In years past, grammar and spell checks within communications applications relieved the writer of mundane tasks. Upgraded composition programs, called 'scriptolograms', meant authors submitted character descriptions and relations, action development and plot outlines on.