Uska naam sikha hai.Kuki usse koi problem nii thi. Isliye maine uska real name post kia. Mai bta du mere lund ka size 6 inch hai aur 2.5 inch mota hai....To mai ab story par aata hu.Uska mail aaya ki she liked my story.And I replied thanks for that.Phir ek din baad uska mail aaya ki.Apko lgta hai mujhse baat nii karni hai. Maine bola aisa nii hai.Itne saare mails aate hai ki kabhi kabhi miss ho jate hai kuch mails.To sorry kaha usse.Usne kaha ki wo mujhse dosti karna chahti hai. Maine bola thik. But I don’t think so. And I don’t think you want it to.”Winnie was dabbing her eyes with her napkin.“Oh, dear. That wasn’t my intention, either,” she said. “First of all, thank you for still being so sweet. I didn’t have aspirations ... hopes ... whatever. Whatever we had was over three decades ago. We can recollect the past, but we can’t recover the past. Heraclitus’ river is far downstream. But I have hopes of remaining a friend. Perhaps your most salient female friend.”“‘Most. He slowly curled his hand around the shift to switched gears, careful to avoid brushing into it. Was she even aware of how her knee was positioned? Maybe she didn't know that anything was happening. Kelly smiled and purposefully moved her knee, lightly tapping it against the back of his hand. Frank's roughened skin relayed an extreme feeling of softness brushing against it. He quickly pulled his hand away from the handle as the warm feeling dissipated. He shot an apologetic look into Kelly's. “There you go!” She said planting it down in front of Paul and he handed her a five pound note. She duly returned with his change with another beaming smile before going to serve another customer.Paul felt a vibration in his pocket and glanced down at his mobile phone. He sighed seeing the name ‘Donna’ on the small screen. Without responding to it he returned the phone to his pocket and looked instead at the pretty barmaid who was now serving another customer. Luckily for Paul she was leaning.