’ Looking at the buildings Art Deco façade for a moment, she went inside. Byron hesitated in the foyer. He didn’t want to intrude on her privacy,... but his curiosity drove him on. The interior was dimly lit, with candles illuminating each table. To his left was a long bar of gleaming mahogany with smoked mirrors and slender, chair-like bar stools, to his right a bandstand and dance floor, before him a sea of tables, neatly arranged in anticipation of their eventual occupants. Then he saw her. My legs are shaking and my knees are buckling. I’m holding myself by intensifying my grip on her. Hot bursts of liquid pulse into her ass one after another until there is nothing left.I am breathless. Between my labored attempts at inhaling, I stammer “You are… fucking… amazing.”She pulls herself off of me, and gracefully moves back to a fully upright position, though I wouldn’t exactly describe it as standing. Seems like she is experiencing similar weakness in her knees, which I find. We meet at a nice fancy restaurant, Will was very tall, muscular, and so handsome. His hair was in dreadlocks, and has a very deep voice (a voice you could fall in love). It's like to dream that came true. A dream that I pray for; after our meals we both cruise around the city, Will brought me roses, he took me to see a Broadway show "Cats", Follow by a night out dancing. Few people have recognized him, ask for his autograph, and took pictures. I was just amazed; I couldn't believe I was with. Or meri chooti bua ji nahane ke bad mere kamre me aayi or ander se door band kar ke mere pass ayi or boli kal raat kya baat thi.. maine kha kuch nhi abi mai nya nya jawan ho rha hu es bajah se thoda sa fishal gya tha. Unhone kha ki tum fishal gye to kuch nhi lakin mujhe bhi kyo fishla diya ye kah ke vo mujhe kiss karne lagi.. tbi door knock hua to hum darr gye or mai soffe per baith gya… uske bad vha kuch nhi ho paya. us marriage party k eagle din hum bapas delhi aa gye.Agle din vo apne kamre.