And also he is quite handsome with a good physique.Me: shyam.. Hmm.. But…He: but what deepthi??Me: shyam please don’t take me wrong. You are my ve...ry good friend. But I am not interested to marry you.He: please tell me what’s the problem I have deepthi?Me: there is nothing wrong about you shyam. But I am not interested.Me: let us be good friends. We shall see in future what our fate leads to. Let’s done talk about it now.He didn’t talk a word for a while. He seemed to be very depressed and very. I’m sure we can find a diversion until you’ve recovered.” I stepped to the bureau where I’d left my half-filled glass and took a couple of delicate swallows. Then I turned on heel and a toe until I was facing him, “Do you think I’m beautiful?” “Very much so,” he replied, almost too vigorously. “Would you like to kiss my breasts and belly? Suck on them, then lick my pussy?” His eyes had that emerald shine again, “I would love to do all of those things.” “And afterwards, will you fuck me?” He. I pull my shirt off, followed by my pants and boxers, my cock sticking straight out. She then gets down on her knees and takes hold of my cock, slowly rubbing up and down with one hand, the other giving my balls a little massage.She leans in and licks the tip. She looks up at me and smiles, that devilish catholic schoolgirl smile, and then takes my whole cock in her mouth down to the base. “FUCK!” I yell out, surprised by the impromptu deep throat. I look back down at her and she still has her. They hugged and exchanged chaste kisses. They were, after all, only friends now. They talked over lunch, laughed and caught up. He told her stories that made her giggle. In the pauses he drank her in, silently, with his eyes. Smoldering looks she once had called them. After dinner he suggested they stretch their legs. He knew a lovely park along the river. As they strolled they joked about a prior walk where they got lost. He promised that could not happen here. At a bend in the river, in a.