Gari ka carrier tor dalo and sab ko batao luggage gari ka seat pe carry karna parega.”As usual driver asked: “Lekin kyu?”Me: “Tum karo na…tu...mhara carrier ka paisa bhi main de dunga”.The driver did as instructed. Meanwhile, it was decided that we shall pack the dinner and shall eat our dinner at car as we have a long way to go. As the driver said others that the carrier of the car is broken and we shall have to take 3 suitcase and 2 bags in the seats of the car. We started discussion on the. I can’t go back. Where would I go? I can’t go to Maria. I’m alone. Totally alone. I go back into the apartment and hear Carl shouting Reyna’s name. I can smell his cum from here. God, how many times has he cum? He’s never cum more than once with me. I push past the thought and grab my sweatshirt.There, in the pocket, is June’s number.****June sent me her address. The neighborhood isn’t great. I should have guessed as much. I don’t think waitresses make much at cheap diners. I guess after being. She quickly turned away just as the woman was taking his cock into her mouth. She could feel her excitement rushing within her as her nectar dripped from her tight fanny and funnelled past her bum. With a smile, she ran a finger across her sensitive nether lips, happily feeling the oozing moisture. She instinctively brought her finger to her mouth for a taste. She had to close her eyes tight, quickly shaking the image of that woman sharing the man's impressive erection with her.She stood and. I had considered myself to be quite a chef before - not the best in the world, but someone who could at least dish out whatever a woman asked for. But now I’ve realized that the reason Jane never wants to eat extravagantly with me is because I can’t even cook a basic vanilla meal that’s up to her standards. Sure, we have amazing sex almost every day and enjoy a lavish lifestyle. We still have chats that run late into the night sometimes. I cannot fathom my life without Jane. But I don’t know.