Main buhut zayda hot hoo raha tha main us kaa jism daikh kar heeran reh gaya jaisay main nay apnay khawabon main socha tha keh sex kay liye kasi larki... honi chahye aaj waiasi larki mere samnay khari thi gool gool motay motay aur tight mamay who nahatay hoye hilti tu us kay mamay bhi sath sath hiltay aur mere lun main garmi ki aik nahi lehar daur jati, us par us ki hips gool gool bahir ko kaman ki tarah kasi hoi hips oohh god main tu pagal hoo raha tha, mere khabon ki malka mere samnay thi itna. ’ Jez left the room and Clara hung the picture up on the wall. She finished unpacking and laid down. The following morning when Clara got up she went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee where she heard Jez talking. A man’s voice followed. Clara considered turning around and heading back upstairs as not to intrude on the conversation. Jez caught a glimpse of her as she was leaving. ‘Clara come here I want to introduce you to someone.’ Clara entered the room slowly. ‘This is Benny.’ Clara looked. ..Sir!? Diana felt the corners of her eyes being pricked by tears of shame, tears that had suddenly welled up inside her. She couldn’t stop her shoulders slumping slightly as she uttered the awful words but she was determined that her tormentors wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing her cry. ?Take your jacket off,? he said coldly. ?So do you like big cocks?? The question, asked in a completely relaxed manner, caused Diana’s cheeks to burn as she stared at Helen Wellington. Luckily I'm over it. I recovered two days ago.” She made another short break before continuing: “Lucky me I'd say... Otherwise I wouldn't have got a drink with two straws that I could share with such hunk. You got balls, you know that? Ordering a drink for an engaged lady.” Saying that, her smile remained, but her eyes found mine again. Maybe I was giving her eyes too much significance, but I clearly took it as a sign. I mean... Who fakes a look at you, telling about their 'true love', and.