His hand is hot as a brand when he lays it alongside your knee. He holds it there - waiting, perhaps, for you to tell him to back off. Your tongue is ...busy at his throat, or you’d smile at the thought. You move your hips in an apparent striving for comfort, but really just easing your skirt up your thighs, perhaps two or three inches. You’re getting wet, and you want to feel his hand go higher.You will fuck him tonight; that much is already established. It’s only the when of it that now occupies. Kuch der baad usay nasha honay laga to maine bhi chupke se uska peg or vodka daal kar heavy kar diya. Wo boli ki bhaiya mujhe to nasha ho raha hai. Mujhe khushi thi ki aaj agar ye behosh ho jaye to mera sapna such ho jayega. Main usay sahara dekar apnay kamray me le gaya or lita diya. Jaise hi me jaanay laga usnay kaha ki bhaiya aap bhi yahin so jaao warna mujhe dar lagega. Main uski baat maan kar uske paas hi late gaya. Phir usnay mujhe gaal per chuma or kaha “mere achhay bhaiya” or aakhay. There was a notification on his phone about new emails. Tom ignored it for now, and drafted the email to his students informing them that he had car troubles and would not make it for class today. After sending the email, Tom opened his inbox.Selina had sent an email to Tom late last night, titled “Tomorrow”. Tom opened the email, which said: “Tomorrow will be an unlucky day for you since I put a spell on you. Hope you’ll believe in magic now! Cheers, Selina.”Tom thought for a second: Could it. Jesse looked down at Grace. He had imagined this night on the worst of his nights. He had imagined her, but it didn't do her justice. Her tight lithe body clenching under him, begging for release. Her panting was driving him up the wall, he was so hard it was becoming painful. He didn't know how much longer he could last... Grace and Jesse were both sweating now. His primeval scent clinging to her sweeter one. His raw, masculine muscles taught over her rigid body. Finally he slid a finger.