Ab mai jabtak laude do adjust karta, sheetal loo se nikal ayi or uske nazar mere khade lund pe padi. Mai kuch embarrass ho gaya per sheetal hot ho gay...i, uske face se hi li raha k vo saali garam ho chuki hai. Mai jaise he loo me gaya to sheetal mere peeche loo may aagayi.Me: chalo jao mujne zor se lagi he Karne do.She: zor se to mujhe b lagi hai yaar Teri pyaas, chal mut lay aisa chance tujhe fir nahi milega, shayad life time tak.Aisa bolte he, usne apne panty utar di, aur mere samne kamod pe. Again, that didn’t seem very likely. I was desperate to formulate a plan; I had all the ingredients, I just needed the recipe. I was left with only one choice, wait for the night and wing it. It wasn’t the best plan but it was all I had.I didn’t have to wait too long and the weekend was now upon us. I was determined to give myself the best chance of seduction, best black underwear, stockings, short skirt and tight white blouse. If this didn’t work, nothing would. Harry did ask me why I was. Before she knew it, the night was there, and he talked her into spending the night. She figured she would stay and head back the next morning, and she would sleep on the couch in his living room. She wound up sleeping in his bed next to him, wrapped in his arms and feeling more secure than she had felt in many years. Surprisingly, she woke up the next morning with no feelings of shame or self-recrimination for spending the night in the bed of a man she had just met. That was the start of the. ’ ‘Oh c’mon,’ she repeated. ‘It will be fun.’ And with that, she gave me a curious little smile . . . but I was not in one of my more perceptive modes at the time, and I was homeward bound – not to be deterred. ‘Naw, I’m going home,’ I insisted. ‘Go on up. You’ll like it. The odds are in your favor.’ She gave me one more exasperated look, as if to say, ‘Come off it, you fucking idiot. I’m making you an offer. Get your stupid ass moving, and come on up to the party with me.’ But she didn’t say.