.. do you like it?"I inhaled, yes, it's very appealing, different, but very appealing." Well, we're kinda alike in that regard, see I too refuse to be... categorized."Then she quickly switched gears on me; "so what do you like in a woman?"I was thinking, "in a woman like you, my tongue and my dick, but I just smiled... I just like for a woman to be comfortable in her own skin." So I take it you like my skin then.." Well, I like the way it looks, but to truly like it, wouldn't I have to try it. Par ghar me to chudna muskil hai kyonki vikas gha par hoga ’‘ bhabhi me use railway station se seedha khet par le jata hu tu dopahar 12 baje taka jana aur sham tak chudai ka khel karke tu vapis ghar aa jana aur me use khet se hi station le jaaonga’Mummy boli ‘ha yeh thik rahega’Agle din subah mummy ne ghar ka kaam jaldi se khatm kiya aur 1130 baje khet ki or chal di to mane picha kiya aur mummy hamare khet par pahunc gayi to vaha par chacha ka dost ravi aur chacha mummy ka wait kar rahe the aur. And now that I knew, wrong felt almost violating. The man sleeping in my bed now was beautiful. He was tall and strong, sculpted in the form of some beautiful Greek hero. His name was Kostas, but everyone called him Jon and he was the eldest son of my current boss, Greek shipping god Stavros Niarchos. We’d met at a company party after he’d moved to America, and after months of little appetite following the abandoned wedding, I apparently looked good enough for the beautiful John to sleep with.. She slowly moved her fingertips over her breasts and down her sides trembling at the feather touch. Her mind secretly wondered to a realm where a strong hand was the one gracefully painting her skin with passion. Closing her eyes she relished in the feeling of her skin tingling as she moved her hand back to her breasts and started to massage them. Her fingers traced her nipples making her shiver in anticipation. Her hands started to glide down her stomach to her crotch. She moved her hands.