Chal shuru hoja.”Aise kehte maine apna hip upar neeche kiya excitement mein. Didi ne oil nikala aur mere lund pe aur balls daaldiya. Woh oil itna th...a ki mere gaand pe hote hue woh bed pe gir gaya. Main bola, “Kahi nunu massage ke tarah toh nahi chudegi mujhse?”Didi, “Waise hi samajh,” Aur dhere se haste hue meri mutt marne lagi. Oil ke wajahse mera lund bohut smooth tha. Balls pe ragadte hue mere gaand pe bhi lagane lagi. Aur gaand ke ched mein ek ungli daaldi aur nikal di. Main dar gaya lekin. ” Opening the door to his bunkroom, he said, “I’ll see you in the morning.”Laranth sighed and entered her bunkroom more conflicted than she had ever felt in her life. She loved Jax, and now she was elated to hear him reciprocate in kind, yet he still refused to act on it. A part of her was now falling even harder for him in that he would give up what he wanted to keep her safe. But another part of her resented him for that same reason, hurt that he would take that decision entirely upon. I’m not an extrovert and tend to keep to myself. But I have needs, the same needs of most men in the prime of life. Most of those needs were not met since my wife unexpectedly died a year ago.There are plenty of social media sites to meet women. Some are people wanting a mate for life, others short-term arrangements. I was not looking to remarry. I just wanted to meet some women and have fun. Cindy wanted to have fun too. The only thing was, she was married, although that didn’t turn out to be. “You’re everything, Celine,” he said, his forehead coming down to lean against mine. “Everything.”“You’re making me cry,” I said, and it was true; I was dangerously close to bawling. I’d never been so emotional in my fucking life. This was what I’d been searching for: this completeness, this wholeness, this fullness. I’d been so lost without him, but right there in that crowded farmer’s market, the pervert with my keys in his hand, grabbing my bag and yanking me to a halt, right there my life.