Phir mera lund apne muh mehh rakhkar lolli pop keh tarah choos ne lagi . Umm …… Yum yum……UmmmmShruti : (mere lund chooste chooste) waise bola ...jaye toh aapka lund mere bf se thodaBada hai . Haha . Yumm……… Ummm……. Tasty bhi hai ji…. Ummmmm…….Mein : saali kutti , bolna thoda kamm karr aur lund choos ne mein pura dhyaan de , saali.Shruti : ji….. Sorry maff kijiyega .Bahar shruti ka baap chilane laga .Baap : beti , batein abhi taq khatam nahi huwi kya ?Shruti : (mere lund se apna lip nikalkar )abhi. Maybe I was too excited or maybe I was going crazy after a five-hour marathon of cartoonish extravaganza, but when I opened the door to my room I was stunned like never before. Kazuko – the fictional character I was in love all this time – was standing in front of me in human flesh.Real-life Kazuko looked like a twenty-year-old model from a cover of an erotic magazine. She was wearing an unbuttoned black leather jacket revealing her sexy flat belly and parts of her black bra. Also tight black. Eric Johansen came quickly into the room, shutting and locking the door behind himself. He had two bottles, one a fifth of bourbon, the other a mix. "Hello, girls." Seeing that her father was doing his best to play it cool, Jenny caught his hand briefly, then took the bottles and put them on her dresser. "You remember Jean Marks, dad?" "How could I forget her?" he asked. "You leave an indelible impact, Jean." "Hey," Jean said,. If it’s good I’d listen to whatever you say.Me: Lol. If you’d have let me, I’d have loved to try drape that saree around you. It’d be a dream if that happened. Would you let that happen?She: You of all guys has the weirdest dreams.Me: Yeah I know. I just dream too much. In fact, there was a dream where you’d walk alongside me with a saree, and I’d be holding your waist when you’re doing so.She: Haha.Me: Well, you haven’t replied to my last text. Would you let me drape you someday?She: I thought.