Sundar bola yaar isse piche bhej do muje pata tha ki meri chudai honi hi hai mai piche gayi baithne lagi to sundar nai muje apni godi mai bitha liya u...ska sakhat lund mere chttado par chub raha tha mai boli yaar pata nahi kya sakhat si cheez chub rahi hai wo bola dekh lo mai khadi hui aur uski paint ke uppar se hi lund par hath firane lagi ravi nai meri skirt utha ar thodi si pantee niche sarkane laga mai boli car mai nahi usne muje apni godi mai bitha liya aur top ke uppar se hi chuchia dabane. . I did like Dee, she was attractive yes, and a great partner to work with. But the fact I hadn't actually seriously considered asking her out before said something. And the fact that I also now knew, accepted, and realized that I really did have feelings for Bella made me realize this was perhaps a really stupid mistake on my part. And I saw no way around it now either. Not only had I seriously jeopardized my relationship with each, I also knew it would make working on our very important. He said he loved me, but I’d outgrown the concept of love a dozen lifetimes earlier. Stuck alone in the bunkhouse with a goddess of death was not high on my list of things to do. Still if I stayed on my training ground Tanaka could not challenge me. It was down to me and the Japanese champion and we were bound. As much history as we had, dealing with idiot gods, a little sex, and a lot of hurt feelings, he had been eager to fight, and then the gods had bound us together. Now whenever we would. “Okay,” I heard her take a deep breath and imagined her fanning herself with her free hand.“Start at the beginning,” I said. “And everybody up here shut up, please.”“You still on the plane?” she said. “You might get the flight to divert to New York.”“Not happening,” I said. “We’re at capacity, and we need to get these people home. Again, will you tell me the damn story?”“Okay. Calm now,” she said, almost convincingly. “I got a phone call two days ago from Mel Walters in California. Turns out.