Jo looked at him wistfully and smiled her gorgeous smile. After this the leader again went to the mike and said, ‘And now a tune for a lady who I am... told is the most beautiful here, Caroline, and the bonus is, I can sing this one by Charles Aznavour, ‘She’.’ I knew this song too, so I knew it was Mike. I kissed him deeply and started to cry again, he says things with songs. They get right to the point he says and the music embellishes the meaning. The rest of the evening was wonderful. We each. Didi boli chup kr ar yaha aa mere pair dard kr rhe hai hai daba inhe mei Darte darte unke pairo ko daba he rha tha ki mjhe didi ki laal panty niche giri hui dikhi mene didi ke niche dekha th wo bilkul nangi thi uski chut mjhe saaf dkh rahi thi mjhe chakkkar ane lage the mra lund khada hone laga tha ar ab hawas ka bhoot mjh par hawi ho rha tha aur mjhe jald se jald muth Marna tha di magazine muh pe rakh ke so rahi thi mei dhere se apna lund bhar nikal kr muth mar rha tha mann th chut chune ka. ........You undo my buttons and release my cock, hard and proud you stroke me as I fuck your panties into your pussy............you are so wet...................my fingers wet with your juices.Fuck yes.............. my cock so hard and proud, your pussy so wet.I lift you up and pull you towards me................you lift your leg........you stockings making me harder.............I pull you downonto my hard shaft............Your dress up around your waist and you impaled on my. I knew it wasn't Lord Byron, but I thought it was cute. When I was back in my dorm room that night, writing a letter to Cindy, I included it as sort of a joke. I figured she would get a kick at my first attempt at poetry.When I got a reply from her back a few days later, I was pleasantly surprised at just how amused by my rhyme she really was. Not only did she seem quite taken by my efforts, but she responded with a rhyme of her own.As I sit here in my lonely dorm,Wishing I had you to keep me.