I think of a life full of unconditional love and happiness. I wish to come home to a house full of our memories together, the hardships we overcame to... be together and all the delights that followed. I dream of Christmas mornings and hearing our children run into the living room to see if Santa had come. I dream of a daughter and a son playing outside with him, chasing them through the garden and playing hide and seek. I long to lay on his chest at the end of the day just to hear his heart. .. it's easy for me to say jump in and do it, you only live once and all those other cliché's... in the end it's up to you"I bit my bottom lip... trying to make my mind up. If I said no I might regret doing so later... equally if I said yes I might still regret doing so... decisions... decisions."Yes... yes... let's do it" I said, my heart now pounding, now having made the decision and agreeing to it.I hung on tight as the bikes twisted and turned, making there noisy way toward their. Ab main shidha story per ata hoon ye story start hoti hai 2006 se jab me 11std me tha, or jab bahut saalo baad main apni dur ki cousin se mila tha hum log unke ghar gye the, wo 12-13 year ki ho gyi thi tab, maine usse bahut saalo baad dekhta tha or kuch b galt feeling nahi thi, hum log (main mera bhai or sis) khel rhe the pakda pakdi aise hi uske ghar me, To hua ye ki game khelte hue main usse pakad rha tha piche se to mere dono hath galti se agge uski breast per lag gye the, per usne notice. Pierce didn't seem to catch on. "A-a-are you sure?" She scoffed. Of course, he wouldn't understand her dry sense of humor. The man thought she actually enjoyed feeling his hands on her. "Oh yeah. Gotta please the fans, right?" He seemed confused for a moment. The look on her face told him, she was clearly annoyed and yet she made no attempt to remove his hand or move away. Testing his luck, Pierce raised his hand up her waist, working his fingers up to the underside of her bra. Her breathing.