N fir hum malls me hi ghum rae the toh usne kaha ki muje bhuk rai h toh hum ne waha p pizza hut me gaye or uske liye pizza n cold coffee li meine sirf... cold coffe li. Usne mujse pocha ki Kapil teri wo ladki kon h jisko tum like karte the..Me thda chup raha h nd kaha ki hum chale ab.Natasha: kya huaMe: nothng yarNat: meine tumse kuch pocha h yar..Nd tumne itna rude rly diya hum frnds nahi h kya tum muje itna bhi nahi bata skte huMe: essa nai h yar u r my gud frnd but wo bat batne se koi matlb nhi. . Anthony. Let's just ... go ... somewhere ... and you can ... be my first ... okay? Make a ... contract ... with my blood ... okay? You ... I want you." I can't do that, Aims," I answered, now shaking a bit myself from the excitement of the offer."Why?" she said, looking up into my eyes like I'd pulled a knife on her or something, and was threatening to stab her in the heart.I kept on caressing her, though I should have stopped."Because you're too small, and I'm too big, first of all. It would. I love you.”“I love you.”“Forever?”“Forever.”“Who are Lynn and Erin?”I took a deep breath and looked at her. My brain was running at a million miles an hour catching up and melding memories together.“Baby, those women are my wives. We have a lot to talk about. I hope that you can handle it all. I want you to know that I love you and that will never change. Ok? Do you believe me?”“I believe Terry Smith. I don’t know Paul O’Dell.”“Well that is a start. This is going to be the craziest story you. You begin to moan, softly at first, then louder as I slide my finger between your hot, wet pussy lips. Your hips rise to meet my hand probing inside you as I slide another finger inside you, rubbing your clit and your g-spot at the same time. I kiss and lick your legs and thighs, working my way to that sweet smelling pussy that is dripping with your love juice. I lick & kiss the inside of your thighs, tasting your pussy juice that has run down your legs. I can't stop now and go straight for.