Ithil premku thaan athiga velai kuthiyaiyum naki thiravathai kudika vendrum pinbu kuthiyil sunniyai vittu ookavendrum. Naangal iruvarum kaamam seithuk...onde irunthom.Prem avanathu naakai en kuthiyil vitu vitu eduthaan athu matum illamal naangal reshma varuvatharku munbu thaan mater seithu kondu irunthom. Athanaal en kuthiyil sekiram kanju vara villai aanal reshma sunniyai kuthiyil aazhamaaga vittu oothukonde irunthathil aval kuthiyil kanju vadinthathu.Reshma kuthiyil kanju varum samayathil aval. I remember how the introduction had been easier than I thought it would be, and how we’d then talked for hours - she was an easy talker -, then danced to some songs, and eventually ended up in my bed fucking the life out of each other. I remember how she had been a fucking machine - never exhausted and going to work as if her life depended on sex – and had only stopped after I was sure my dick couldn’t function any more.In our post-sex conversation, she’d told me she worked in a publishing. Do you want to be a girl? Do you? Well that bulge in your panties tells me you're lying. Come on in here Jennifer. That’s right, I told Jennifer all about you jerking off in my lingerie. I don’t think she believed me. Stay right there so Jenn can see what a little sissy you are. Isn’t he cute Jenn? Go ahead take some pictures. Don’t move bitch! I want you to pose for a few pictures for us. Then we can forget all about this-I promise. Get on the bed and look. She watched from the security monitor as the man examined the Budney. He peered at the painting closely without touching it, studying the signature, the brush strokes, even the frame. In spite of himself, he was impressed. Helluva painting to use as a decoy, he thought. He knew what lay behind the painting. He took the oil off the wall and examined the wall safe. Helluva safe, too, he said to himself. Not good enough, though. He knew that, given enough time, he could open it. Hell, he and two.