He suddenly catches my thick hair bunch just some bellow and pulled it behind.-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh I bent on back suddenly as he pulled my hair.. I h...eard his roar -grrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrr mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm and feel his light bite on my smooth back after he slid my blouse from my shoulder. That pull was hard. Suddenly I feel strange. That pulls give a sudden pulse from my skull till my little organ, my soft nipples get hard. He parted my wet thick hair in to two parts. And hold those two parts in. She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening. Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits. Toh kahani 2year pehle ki hai jb main delhi gya toh main rehne ke liye ghar dhund rha toh kuch mere dost ke paas ruka. Uss floor pr samne flat mein ek family rehti thi aunty itni mast thi lund khda ho jata tha. Aunty ka size 36-30-34 aur bhut frank thi ek din mujhse baat hui maine baato baato mein btaya mujhe room chahiye toh aunty ne kaha hmara ek ghar hai tum woh lelo bs hm month mein 2 3 times wha kitty party krte hai agar tumhe koi problm nhi main jaldi se haan aur kya pta aunty akeli mil. . well, I wasn't kidding myself. Every day I lived in various shades of gray.I think I faced up to it okay — anyway I did my best. But there was this hollow place in me that nothing seemed able to fill. I'd still go to The Stampede once a month or so, more out of loneliness than anything else I guess. I maybe had this subliminal thought - buried so deep I didn't even want to voice it — that one day I'd see that longhaired beauty again. Oh, I danced once in a while with one or another girl, but.