Abhi 3 din pahleki hi story hai yaar, kya hua mere to bahot dost hua karte hai,, aur humesa mai orkuting wagire karte rahata hu, yahi meri baho ladkio...nki pehchan bhi hai, pur kabhi kisi ke sath kuch kiya nahi tha,, bas 14 janewary ko wo muka mil hi gaya,,, mere chachchi , jinke pas mai rahta hu, bahar chale gaye,,hamare relatives ke pas, aur subah 10 baje ek dost nisha nam ke ladki ka phone aaya cell pe,, 20 mintes bat ki aur boli, kya aaj sumit tumhe time hai kya, chal phir milte hai . ,maine. Don't worry, Mum, I'll get my own back, there are some really striking patterns which I'm sure won't sell, and I'll get one in the January Sales and save it for next Christmas. Jen, dear, do you remember that pink and brown fluffy roll-necked one? Wouldn't it suit your brother better? Shall I return this one on Friday and exchange it?" Oh, Mum, that would be really cruel!"I grovelled and apologised for trying to tease Mum; I too had seen the pullover she was referring to, and I had been sure it. She sucked the bite marks, sending hot sharp pain flooding through me. I know I should have stopped there; those marks were going to be hard to explain if they were seen but I felt far too good to care about that.Her legs circled my waist, her ankles resting on my bum. She pulled me slowly against her; I entered her in a single movement and was completely buried in that tight wet hole. I felt her muscles clench against me, she raised her hips to keep me inside her for a moment. Then pulled her. She also understood that it had to be stored in her bedroom.I was surprised that on day two she joined me on the morning ride. Mikah was no puppy, so on the morning rides I began to wrap her in a blanket. When she decided, if she ever did, to stay home there would be no hard feelings. My rides were for medical reasons mostly, but some was my punishment for allowing myself to be shot in the first place, and some for allowing myself to be in the wrong place when that car full of drug thugs.