”“Can I meet him?”“He is in the kitchen, follow me.” Tom replied as they entered the kitchen.“Kay this is Luca Brasia.”Kay felt slight g...oose bumps as she turned. She gasped as she stared into the eyes of a man that loved her. A man she couldn’t remember. She looked up at him. Her heart started pounding. She could feel something was between them. Her body was reacting to him. She felt slightly dizzy and fell back.Luca caught her to steady her.“Are you okay darlin’?” he said in a soft raspy. Mere pati ko pata chal gaya ki mai ger mardo ko fasaker unhse chudwati hun ab. Jab bhi woh mujhe chodte.to hamesa kehte saali tujhe to mai khud apne samne chudwaunga randi ki tarh bol chudegi na or meri choot ishi baat se pani chod deti fir maine kaha agar aap hi khud mujhe ger mardo se chudwana cahte ho to darling mai mana nahi karungi aap ke liye mai kuch bhi karungi fir kuch din baad mere pati.office se ghar aaye or bole kal sunday hai or maine ger mard dhundliye hai jo teri choot ki puas. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint brush, she became committed to telling the truth, with her art and with her heart."Hey friend, come on in," Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she'd wear on a casual date with a man. She watched for Karen's. "Wanna sit with me?" she asked. I had no idea what she meant, there was nothing to do or anything. But of course, you don't say no to a lady, so I sat myself next to her on the sofa. I had nothing on but my boxers, and sitting there next to a beautiful woman, in the dark, well, suffice to say I was glad the lights were out. We sat there for a minute, saying nothing, when she laid her head on my shoulders. For a second I thought she was in a deep emotional crisis or something and wanted to throw.