Soon the buzzer went off to signal the players back to their dressing rooms. Brad stopped at centre ice and shook hands with Derek. Good friends were ...now enemies on the ice. Skating off the ice, Brad tapped his shin pads with his hockey stick. “I love you too, Brad,” Abby said softly.“I don’t know if you heard Alex and me talking. He told me things about my husband that I didn’t know,” Susan began telling Dan.“I heard you talking but didn’t really listen to what was said.”“Alex told me that. Di : nahi mujhe toh shak hai ki teri gf jrur hogi.Me : nai didi aisa nahi hi. Mujhe na toh kabhi time mila in sab k liye or na hi kabhi jarurat mehsoos hie.Di : chal jhoothe, sqbko jarurat rehti hai khas kar teri age mei. Sabki physical or emotional need hoti hai.Me : ha but..Di : kia but,Me : vahi toh di main apse keh raha tha ki apne dobara shaadi ki jarurat nahi mehsoos hue.Di : arre baap re tu toh mere pichhe hi pad gya hai.Me : toh aap bta do na ki kia baat hai.Di : (kuchh smay ruk kar. Yes, we'd listened to the whole range of music of that decade - courtesy of the 'pirate' radio stations. For those who are baffled, these were small ships which anchored off the U.K. coast and brought us teenagers music that we never heard in its original form on state controlled radio stations).Previously, my girlfriend and I had explored each other's bodies with exuberance - heavy petting it was called then. But, that afternoon, something was different. There was an intensity to our kissing,. I slid myself further down the chair and slipped a hand inside my pants feeling the heat and moistness of my pussy. I rolled the hood of my clit between thumb and forefinger, my pussy was wet and wanting. I pushed my other hand between my legs and eased two fingers deep into my sopping wet hole. This was a big turn on; my nipples were hard pushing against my bikini top I was getting the feeling deep in my stomach that precedes an orgasm. I brushed my fingers lightly over my exposed clit. The.