They had met when they were very young….I think they were both freshmen in High School and dated from that point on. Helen is a rough and tumble... woman who could curse like a longshoreman when so inspired and she was inspired often. She loved to banter with the men about sex about as openly as I’ve ever heard anyone at work. At least a couple of times she had to be referred to management for simply using foul language. On the other hand, she was a terrific friend and would give the shirt off. I had never felt anything like it. I thought I was going to cum before I was even naked. But she stopped and looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, "I have been waiting four fucking years for this, now put this nigger dick inside me." So I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, dragged her up to a bedroom and threw her on the bed. I have only once literally ripped a womans shirt and pants, and she didn't even brake stride. In seconds we were both naked, justing looking at. It was a great game, Z.’ ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it.’ If that’s what had brought her to his bed for the very first time, he wasn’t going to argue. Zane dropped his head to kiss her chin and down the side of her throat. She let out a contented sigh and arched so he could have more space. He obliged, his tongue sliding along her skin. God, she tasted just like she smelled, all fresh and clean and feminine. He could do nothing but inhale her for hours. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck. Fir Sonu bhe khet me undar chala gaya me wahe bathe bahe unka intzar kar rahe the thodi dare bad me jab mujse raha nahe gaya fir me bhe unke peche us ghane gane ke khat me aage badhne lage jase jase me aandar bad rahe the mujhe kuch dekhai nahe deer aha kafe bade bade Gane (Sugar Cane ) the mujhe kafi muskil how rahe the chalne me jase jase Kuwe (Well) ke pas poch rahe the mujhe pass he me ek tuta huaa ek makan (Broken Hut) dekha par me kuwe (Well) ke pas poch gaye mujhe waha koi nahe dekhai.