Phir achaanak hi uski choot mein ghusa diya jisse woh chikh uthi. Mera abhi aadha lund hi uski choot mein tha.Maine aur jor lagaaya aur uski choot mei...n poora ghusa diya. Jaise hi poora andar gaya usne meri pith par apane naakhoon gada diye. Fir main use us avastha mein tab tak chodta raha jab tak mera maal nahin nikal gaya.Chudai ki aawaaz poori room me goonj rahi thi, ‘thap thap thap’. Uski aawaz saath me chal rahi thi, “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh uhhhhhh aur andar daalo ummmmmmmmmmmm. Diana’s interior monologue was as storm-tossed as the day’s weather, she rocked back and forth debating to ask what she wanted or what was appropriate to ask of a twenty-one-year-old employee. Rejection or worse threatened like a thunderhead but Diana focused instead on the voice inside her that proposed, “What if she wants me?” The thought of it was beautifully overwhelming. She took a deep pull from the flute. Genevieve raised her eyebrows begging to be sent into motion.“I dare you to pretend. He carried it very well, a perfect father figure.Ours was an arranged marriage and I had met Satish just once before saying yes.He was handsome,tall and now I knew starkly resembled his father.We were travelling from Agra ,heading towards Lucknow a distance of 360-370 kms and naturally given the settings the journey seemed getting even longer.The three men keeping quiet in the presence of a bride in the car.My Husband seemed to be fast asleep tired by previous night's rituals ,so was my father. I noticed her from a mile away and asked her to come over. She smiled at me and we got in the lift. I must say the silence was awkward. She knew what she was doing though. She held my hand and we walked towards my apartment. Once inside, she put down her sleep over bag and looked around my apartment. She was wearing a long coat down to her knees and cute little high heeled shoes and asked me if it was ok to take her coat off. I nodded as she slowly undid the belt. I could tell before she took.