You hand her your expensive video camera. "Here you go. Be careful with it!" "Thanks Dean," she says, impressed by its size and heft. "I thought these... things were getting smaller." You shrug. "Big lens, big camera. Those little ones are toys. I'll lend you a tripod too - it sounds like you'll need it?" "Yeah," she replies. "I need to record an amateur production this Friday. We can't afford to get it professionally filmed, but I'm guessing your camera will do a better job than my iPhone?". Chuch der ke bad maine ankh kola our bahar se thora roshni arahatha. Usse didi ka jo dud tha usko uski shalwar se dekha. Under tak nehi dikh rahatha. Maine ahistese mera hai uski boobs pe ratha our samaj ne ki kousis ki oh so geya yea nahi. Usne kuch react nehi ki to main samaj geya ki oh so geya. Toh mai dhire se boobs ko dabaya. Keya bataun mera pura khun khol geya. Lagrahatha ki avi uske pura kapre utar du. Uske boobs tight tha. Naram tha. Maine kuch der tak dono boods ko press kiya. Us rat. ‘It would probably be best to wait awhile, but I’d love some toast now.’ He slid the pan in the oven, topped off their coffees and they walked out on the deck. They sat side by side, enjoying the coffee and touching each other lightly. When the timer went off he brought the toast out with strawberry preserves and a jar of honey. She went for the preserves, he took his and lightly drizzled honey over it. Playfully she ran her finger over his piece, sliding her honey soaked finger across his. I met Shelly. Though ten-years her senior, my life-long diligence, keeping in shape and eating right, was amply rewarded. We’d been introduced by a mutual friend who recognized our shared need for each other; and so I found myself on this sunny afternoon the recipient of incredible pleasure. Shelly is twenty-six, petit at 5-foot, four-inches, and her auburn hair usually clipped at the nape of her neck in a loose twist. With fair skin that tans nicely, the sparse freckles on her nose and cheeks.