. . . drinking hard liquor was new to me and I engaged in it with the gusto reserved for the very foolish. It was when Ben came up to me and suggested... that we go somewhere and smoke some pot. Here was what I came for and along with trying pot for the first time, I was prepared to lay down for him. The evening would be complete with the wonderful experience that pot was supposed to provide while I lay in the arms of a lover. . . right out of the pages of a dime novel. As Ben and I departed the. I told her as much and she laughed in my face, told me that I shouldn’t be so absurd and that the very reason why she would always come back to be was precisely because we didn’t need each other. I understood what she meant, but then there seemed very little else apart from oxygen that I did need. Even then, the thought of being crushed between her thighs seemed deliciously appealing. I pushed my face into her wetness, her hips jerking upward to meet my mouth. She pressed her hand into my. Mujh ko or maza day rahay thay phir us nay meray kiss ki or hoont ko choosnay laga meri hhalath kharab ho nay lagi main us ko kamar say pakar lia phir us nay mery boobs chosnay laga meri siskian nikal raheee thi or wo mazay deraha tha mujh itna maza araha tha itna chotay nay b nahi dia ho ga takreeban us nay 20 min meri chatae ki phir us nay meri shalwar ka zarban is sexy syle say khola k main mar gae phir us nay meri chooth ko chuma or phir chtnay laga us nay meri clit per zaban lagae to mairi. Now that she was finally apart from Dario, John was agog at his wife’s condition. Catherine was a complete state. Her hair was dishevelled and matted with what he could only guess was perspiration and saliva. Her make-up, so carefully and subtly applied that morning, was spread over her face - her mascara run down her cheeks, and her dark red lipstick smeared halfway to her ears. Her eyes were puffy, from tears, exhaustion or both. Further down, her large (42G) breasts were flushed and slick.