She had a ‘Mona Lisa’ smile on her face. Later the face was Annie’s on the emaciated little girl body. By that time I was half delirious. The ne...xt morning, Sunday, the bar didn’t open so I took my time shaving and taking a shower. I noticed Gene had left a stack of used clothes on the table in the storeroom. The clean clothes felt good on my body. I felt a little better, but shaky. I made some coffee, and emptied the pot sitting at the bar, a cup at a time, looking into the mirror. I thought. Tabhi meri nazar nimmo ki net wali bra aur panty par padi jisme se nimmo ke kale-kale nipple aur bina baloon ki chut ke darshan ho rahe the.Nimmo:-Ajay kya dekh raha hai ?Ajay:-Nimmo teri jawani.Nimmo:-Kaisi lag rahi hoon?Ajay:-ek dum mast maalnimmo:- Bhosdike,madarchod dekhta hi rahega ya chudai bhi karega.Ajay:-Darling,mein tumhe aakhon hi aakhon mein chod raha hoon.Nimmo:-Bhadwe,jaldi se meri choot ko chodna shuru kar….Phir meine mummy ji ko apni bahon mein bhara aur hothon pe kiss kiya bade. Petramoved in. Between cups of strong coffee, the Lebanese woman had beeneating baklava, a dessert made up mostly of thin layers of pasty, nuts and lotsand lots of honey syrup. Even two feet away, she smelled strongly of both. Upclose, the mixture of odors, powerful and exotic, nearly bowled her over withtheir intensity. It was an intensity strengthened by Petrapartaking of a final slice of the sticky treat and licking her fingers. Deftly, the Middle Eastern?woman took hold of the pump part of. No ... but yes... ! I mean, I am not trying to hurt your feelings or anything!”“You don’t hurt my feelings right now,” I say, giving her a naughty smile: “We’re not having sex right now, we’re just talking about it. I don’t get offended when talking about it.”“Okay, well then! And I DO appreciate your ability to talk with me about sex like this, just so you know it.”“Well, me too!” I say. “But ... could you try to explain in a little more detail what it is that you don’t really like about.