Jb mane usko uske room me chora or use sula dia apne room me aa kr m rest kr raha tha ki tammana ka msg aya ki kya kr rai ho m bola ki nothing wo boli... chalo sbke sath chalet h. Gumhne sb hill station pr ja rai h m bola kkkk m ready ho kr aya bt hum niche mile wo bhut kush thi.Then hum bus me beth kr aage jane lage mane last ki seat li thi wo bol rai ti ki bhut pain ho raha h yar. Mane use lip kiss di or bola ki kuch bhi nahi hua jan sb thik h. Uske bad hum hill station par paunche wanha pr wo. My heart was racing in my chest, my eyestwinkled with mischief. Was this how it felt, waitingbackstage while the band warmed up its horns andstrings? I could almost hear the murmur of the crowd,the popping of corks and the clinking of glasses. In avery few moments, I'd have to run onto the stage withmy panties on full display. My entire body wastrembling with expectation. Gazing into the mirror, Isaw a rich, pink glow suffusing my features.Snatching up two handfuls of flocked white lace,. Encased in a black lace push-up bra, they looked delicious. I reached behind her and undid her bra. I slowly removed it, watching how her breasts swung free from it. I brushed my fingers on the side of her right breast. Geetha shivered as I bent my head and kissed each of them. Cupping them in my hands, I squeezed gently as I licked the valley in between them. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples until they were hard. Watching her expression, I saw that she had her eyes closed, her mouth hanging. ~Now there were four people in Detective Inspector McCann’s car, speeding northwest up the motorway. Phil Nyman rode shotgun, his eyes red and bleary, fitfully dozing: Jane McCann smiled inwardly, wondering if he had in fact spent the remainder of last night cavorting with Bob – but, out of respect for the nun in the back seat, she did not ask. Jane kept herself awake with several cups of strong coffee bought from successive service stations, all of them periodically announcing their titles.