Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Bakchod Londa]

Some answers to some questions,
For all who are interested in this Narration,

Yes, I am Nadir! But of course Salir is not my real name either;

I was born in 1974 in a Middle Eastern country, just like my wife, the character of Meena in this story, who was born five years later (1979).

The events that appear in this story, took place about 15 years ago. The time we still lived in our homeland.
Currently we are living in an European country for about 12 years.
We had to immigrate for political reasons and for the future of our son.
When I left my birth country, all I took with me were some hard disks, with hours long of film materials and my notes. 
These notes are basically my diaries that I have been writing obsessively since my youth.
 
The main characters in this story are 100% real.
I try to present and portray the character traits of these people as I have known them over the years.
Die names are not real but Mansour, his son, Jalal, our families, all are true personalities.

The events that happen here, are 80-90% real. I had to change some small things in some places of story, but the direction 
and actions are shown as they were.

Since we no longer have any contact with our homeland, we will not be bothered if our identity becomes known through 
this story, there. Here in our new home, the chance of that is very slim, and even if that is also no problem for us. Everyone 
everywhere has a story behind them!

[i]Dialogues and their goal, especially the direction of each conversation are up to 40-50% true to reality. My memory, my archived [/i]
[i]films and my notes help me with this.[/i]
 
Maybe it looks like there is too much talking, discussion or repetition. My goal is to bring the reader as close as possible 
to the characters and to clarify the reason for their behavior.
It is important for me to make the motives, energies and movements as understandable as possible and I have no other 
option than to draw conversations and dialogues.

In the end I wish you a lot of fun and joy while reading, don't forget that real life is often stranger than fiction.



Salir

Thank you for the clarification, and I hope your son is doing well in life.

[Salir]

Thank you for the clarification, and I hope your son is doing well in life.

I have to thank you for your interest and loyalty.

Our son is basically our stepson who has appeared in the story from time to time.
In any case, thank you for the good wishes for him.

Enjoy, 
Salir

[Salir]

Dear friends,

Regarding my Avatar, I have to say that it is a retouched picture from 2004.

I have already published some photos of Meena on the old Xossip portal, of course no face!

Salir

[Navellover143143]

Plz post Meena pics also here without face ?

[Salir]

Plz post Meena pics also here without face ?

My Friend,

I am not going to post some pics of her, here, even no face, at least at the moment.

May be in future if she allows me or she wants to do ...

Any way thanks for your interest.

Salir

[ricah43165]

My Friend,

I am not going to post some pics of her, here, even no face, at least at the moment.

May be in future if she allows me or she wants to do ...

Any way thanks for your interest.

Salir

I believe it's best not to share personal pics here.
your storytelling already paints such a vivid and captivating image of meena that we don’t need anything more. 
let’s keep the beauty of this story in our imaginations and respect your privacy.

[Salir]

I believe it's best not to share personal pics here.
your storytelling already paints such a vivid and captivating image of meena that we don’t need anything more. 
let’s keep the beauty of this story in our imaginations and respect your priva

Thanks for your understandig my friend,
Salir

[Salir]

The Pond Master-7
 
The game began and shortly after Meena entered the room.
She walked over to me and sat on the side of couch, one leg on the floor,
the other dangling.

Her skirt pulls up high on her thigh.

I stared at her, wanting to reach out and touch her leg.

Jalal sat back at other end of the couch, trying to pretend he is just staring
the TV, but his eyes shifted back and forth from the screen to her thighs.

I wasn't sure if she knew he is watching her so. I wondered if he now had
a pretty erection in his trousers.
 
"So, what's the score?" she asked.
 
"Nothing to nothing, right now," Jalal said, "But I think their team is
stronger and will win," and smiled at Meena.
 
"Nope," I say watching the TV "Looks they're punting."
 
Meena touched her hand to the back of my head, curling her fingers in my hair.
"Well, what do you two need?" she asked, looking at the food.

"Nothing now, honey," I said, "Thanks."
 
"Well, it is not true, we have everything we need except your presence
so far," he said smiling at Meena.
 
"Well, you guys finish that food. There's plenty more in the kitchen and my
homemade hamburger for the halftime,"Meena said and stood up. 

She walked around the couch and then bendover to me from behind. 
She kisses me softly demonstratively, then stood up and walked 
back to the kitchen.
 
Jalal hadn't seen me catching him yet.

I saw his beady eyes trace Meena's sexy body.

Hell, I thought no wonder he was staring. Meena‘s legs and ass were hot
under that sexy skirt while she was constantly moving between the kitchen
and the living room to prepare our hamburger. 
 
Between two halftimes we ate hamburgers and then the second part of the match went on.

After bringing the dishes into the kitchen, Meena came back and sat on
the arm of couch, this time facing laterally to me and Jalal, one foot
propped on the couch cushion between my knees and the other resting on
the floor.

Her legs were spread wide, and the denim skirt were pushed up high on her thighs.
 
Jalal sneak looked up her skirt. I guess he was getting quite a view.
 
I placed my hand on her thigh and rub my palm across the smooth skin.
 
Meena looked at me and Jalal, I was sure she knows about his secret
glances.
Then she smiled at him and stood up.
"Call if you guys need anything," she said and went back towards the
kitchen.
 
I noticed Jalal eyes are latched onto her as she walks away.

Meena stopped just as she reached the kitchen door and turned around
and leaned against the doorframe.
"What do you guys want for dessert?" she asked.

"As my part, anything you give me is fine, young lady," Jalal responds.
 
"There's some ice cream in the fridge, if that's all right?" she said and
looked smiling at Jalal.
 
"Oh yeah, that's perfect," Jalal said. She turned and exited the room into
the kitchen.
 
Jalal then turned his gaze to me and noticed that I am watching him.
I blinked briefly.
 
"We are men Doki, and the men love to look at beautiful women!” he
argued.
 
"Specially the ones as beautiful as Meena, I am used to it that other men
admire my wife and honestly that makes me proud," I said. 
“Womengenerally, enjoy showing their interesting parts to men, not only 
womenbut other living being and even the plants do this, naturally,
This is why the life goes on since many million years on the earth,” I
smiled and added, “I am personally, a leg man, I enjoy and admire the
legs of a beautiful woman, and my Meena has such...”. "Some women
dominate the men world with their legs, don't you think?" I laughed.
 
Jalal laughed and said," Damn, you're one lucky guy, Doki," he chuckled,
",to have such a beauty at home,".
 
"I don’t believe that I do have her, I have her love, I think," I argued,
"She doesn’t belong to somebody, yes, she is a part of me, but we are
only one in spirit, at least I hope so, otherwise we are independent to do
what we like, just as we are physically separated."
 
“You mean, she is free as a fairy?" he asked and smiled.
 
I smiled back and said, “yes, it is nice to be free and to enjoy this freedom,
aren’t you also the opinion?”
 
“Yes, it is very nice, also spacious from you,” He replied.
 
After this statement about Meena, I thought maybe I had raised his hopes
too much.

Then I tried to put it into perspective so that he wouldn’t dream and
fantasize too much, "There is one point I like to say in passing, Jalal, " I
said, "Everybody can try to approach her, Meena can press anybody to
her heart, and if this happens, I mean if she allows someone to stay in her
heart, he can experience happiness, even heaven,".
 
After a short pause in which I tried to observe his reaction, I added, „but if
somebody tries to push her to anything, maybe he’ll be shortly proud of
himself, but that was it, it will be his last try, believe me," then I
emphasized, “nobody should try the last train to nowhere,".
 
To be continued...

[Bakchod Londa]

That's intriguing.

Nadir’s message is clear—Jalal can try his luck with Meena, but he better tread carefully.

[Lollobionda]

Some people miss the trains that are supposed to take them to their destination 
because they focus too much on the carriages.
They forget that it is the individual compartments and their flair that make the 
journey to their destination pleasant, beautiful and cosy.

Jalal, it seems, needs a conductor to take him to the right compartment.
... And Nadir is all too happy to take on this role.

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Dear readers of this narration,


As I mentioned earlier, past and following stories are true happenings. I try to write the complete chronicles of our, 
and more my wife, Meena‘s sexual exploits during and after appearance of her  uncle Mansour in our life. There are more 
Installments to come yet. 
 
Telling this story completely took and will take far much space and time and inducement, and honestly, it would require 
particularly your feedback and your comments (even if it is negative, I appreciate your taking the time to send it and they 
encourage me much).
 
Salir

[Salir]

The Pond Master-8
 
At the end of the Match and after Jalal left, Meena went into the Kitchen
to clean.
 
I walked up behind her as she washed her hands. I placed my hands on
her hips and pressed my pelvis against her butt.
 
She stood up and reached her hands back to my hips. She leaned her
head back against my right shoulder.
"Hey darling," she says, "Did you find hamburger tasty?"
 
"You know it," I respond, " I did, but your admirer couldn't take his eyes off
of you." I replied. ","hoping to get a glimpse of those hot legs and ass of
yours,"
 
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then after a short pause asked,
"What did he say then?"
 
I hesitated.
 
"Don't be scared, now. You think I'm going to run off with him if he said my
legs are nice?" Meena smirked. "Let me hear it, I want to know what he
had to say."
 
"He just said I am a lucky guy to have such a hot and sexy wife," I said,
with emphasis on hot and sexy.
 
Meena smiled widely, grinning at my way of talking and asked "I'm hot and
sexy, am I not?", she chuckled with emphasis on hot and sexy, too.
 
"Surely you are sexy, for Jalal certainly most sexy girl in the city", I smiled
and added "I know, I've seen the way he watches you and he talks to you.
I could tell he fancied you when we first met him. I think you are attracted
to him too?" I asked.
 
"Well...yes... I'd be stupid to not admit that now. He's old enough to be my
father. In fact, he is older than both of my parents but he's just so
seductive and charming," Meena replied.

"I know. I've watched you, the way you talk to him. To be honest, the
fact that he excites you, excites me. You know, this is normal for me," I
responded.
 
Meena giggled. After that there was a short pause, then she said,
"You have won," and giggled.
 
"Which game?" I spoke. 
I bent my head down pressing my lips to her
neck. I slid my hands up her hips and wrap them around her bare
stomach.
 
“You know what I mean, at least,” she whispered.
 
"I think so, " I sighed against her neck. My hands slid up to grab her
breasts through the tight shirt.
 
Meena slid a hand across my hip and rubs my hardening dick through my
jeans.
"Hmmm, looks the game excites you," she said.
 
"It's not that game but our game, He won more. He had his gaze the whole
time on you and he was rewarded for watching you so closely, you
presented him some special moments,” I argued. 

Then I leaned my head over her right shoulder, talking softly into her ear, 
“You were driving himwild in there. Sitting there, he had certainly a throbbing erection,”.
 
Meena laughed softly, "I know," she said. "It's kind of a turn-on, feeling like a sex object.
You know, I've had guys look at me before, but never so...I don't know...
so passionately, I guess."
 
"Yes, it was definitely passion he was feeling," I said and pressed my hips
against her butt. My hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts
through the tight shirt.
 
"I think I'm feeling some passion right now," she said, and reached her left
hand to my head, pulling my mouth to her neck.
 
She tilted her head as I kissed her neck, my tongue lapping her cool skin,
 moving up behind her ear.
My hands rubbed her hard nipples through the shirt. I felt her hand closed
around my concealed cock.
 
"Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered, snuggling closer to my
cheek. "I can feel it throbbing." 
She traced her hand over the front of my jeans more, concentrating upon the 
erect shape below.
 
I was throbbing and now quite leaking considerably inside my pants.
 
"You'll just have to wait till I am finished here," Meena said and pulled
away from me. She rubbed my hard erection through my jeans.
 
I moved one hand down her body, sliding down her side, to her butt,
feeling the denim skirt against my palm, and then down to her thigh. 
My hand moved along the front of her leg and up, caressing her inner thigh,
slipping towards her crotch.
 
"I want you so bad right away," I whispered in her ear, "I want you worse
than I ever have."
 
"Then, take me… Mr Noori!" she whispered back to me, then turned
around quickly, bumping my body away from her.

She reached under her skirt and slid her thong down her legs, stepped out
of it and dropped it on the counter.
 
I stood there staring at her.
 
"Come on," she said, then looked at me and added “Come on Jalal, fuck
me,” grabbing my shoulders and pulling me to her.
 
I was too stunned to act at first. Does she really want me to fuck her right
now, in the kitchen?
 
She reached her face to me and kisses me deeply,
her tongue pushing into my mouth. 
Her hands were moving along mysides, pressing 
against the muscles through my t-shirt.
 
My desire overwhelmed me.
I reached down between our bodies, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my
pants, yanked my zipper down, and shoved my pants and underwear
down to my thighs.

My erect cock springs out against her.
 
"Wow," she whispers to me, "You are ready aren't you, Mr. Noori?" She
pressed her body back against the counter, gripped the edge of the
counter with her hands, spread her legs wide, the inside of her bare thighs
brushing against the outside of my legs and lifts her hips towards me.
 
I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt high up on her pelvis.

Then, I bent my knees slightly, lowering the head of my cock between her
legs. I felt my penis rubbing against her pubic hair. 
I reached a hand between her legs and rubbed it gently across her pussy. 

My fingers glid along her very wet pussy lips.

"I'm not the only one who's ready, my horny lady," I said to her.
 
"Yeah, Jalal, dressing like this and being stared by you has turned me on,"
she giggled. "Now fuck me fast with your hard cock." said back to me.
 
I've never heard her talk like this in the recent past. I was so turned on that
I felt like I'm going to explode before I even get inside of her.
 
I wrapped my left arm around her butt, and lifted her up slightly, resting her
butts barely on the counter. 
I felt my cock head pressing against her wet pussy. 

Then I reached my right hand between us and aimed my
painfully hard penis to her opening.
 
She leaned her body back a bit.
 
I pressed the head of my dick against her
and pushed into her. 
It sank inside of her, moving smoothly into her wet cunt.
 
"Oh God," she said and pressed her lower lip between her teeth.
 
I slid into her, feeling the shaft glid inside of her. 

I wrapped my hands around her thighs, supporting her body while 
keeping her legs spreadwide and began moving in and out of her, 
loving the feel of her tight, wet cunt slipping along my cock.

I leaned my body back slightly, watching my cock slide out of her and then
back up and into her, her body positioned perfectly for my incredibly hard,
upward thrusting cock.
 
My hands slid along the denim skirt covering her ass down to the smooth
skin of her outer thighs.
 
Her legs looked long and tight as I moved in and out of her.

I heard the sloppy, wet sound of her pussy clenching my thrusting cock
and the heavy breathing of us in the kitchen.
 
"Fuck me deep with your hard dick, Mr Noori," Meena moaned, looking
back at me seductively.
 
I obliged her by pulling out of her and then slowly pushing into her until my
cock shaft was completely buried inside of her.

I moved forward a bit, grab her hips tightly, and pressed my hips against
her butt, shoving my cock deeper.

I pumped my hips moving out of her halfway and then back into her,
grinding against the back of her vagina.
 
Meena threw her head back and her hair flowed down her back.
 
I placed my hands on her smooth back, lightly running my fingers along
her skin, as I thrusted in and out of her.
 
Meena moaned loudly. "Oh, I can't take this," she said, "I need to cum
now."
I knew she is close. 
She grabbed my butt in her hands and pulled my
hips against her. "Fuck me. Make me cum Jalal," she groaned.
 
I plunged in and out of her vigorously with my hips tilted down, my cock
pointed slightly up and into her, so that my cock head rubs her g-spot with
each thrust.
 
"Oh yes, oh yes baby," she chanted wildly, her fingers digging painfully
into my butt cheeks.

The wet clasping sound of my cock sliding inside of her is joined by our
loud moans.

She pumps her hips with me, building to her climax. I felt her vaginal
muscles tightening around my cock.
 
I crunched my teeth, feeling my own orgasm coming quickly, but trying to
hold on while she gripped me tightly, bucking her hips, soaring to her
orgasm.
 
"Oh God, oh God, oh baby," she moaned loudly as her body clenched
and my cock pushed into her, her orgasm exploding inside of her.
 
Her wet cunt tightened around my cock, and I shoved into her deeply, my
own orgasm bursting through my body. 
The cum erupted from my cock, shooting deep into her womb.
 
I pressed my hips against her pelvis, driving the cum inside of her.
 
She held me to her tightly, feeling her orgasm pulse through her body.
 
I jerked inside of her, feeling the semen pouring from my cock. Her body
twitched against me.
 
I pushed once more squirting into her and then fall breathlessly against
her.
My cock dripped the last of the semen into her, as we both panted heavily,
our bodies sticky with sweat.
 
"Oh God, that was good," Meena moaned, “I loved it,”.
She opened her eyes to look at me.
"That was the best fuck ever, Mr. Noori," she said and smiled.
 
I smiled and then kissed her lightly.
She kissed me back harder. I opened my eyes to look at her again.
 
"The best fucker ever?" I asked.
 
"The best fucker ever," she said and jerked her hips up against me,
twisting my shrinking cock inside of her.
 
"I am going to be sore, you have a big Weapon, Jalal," she added.
 
I smiled and kissed her once more. Then I slipped my softened cock from
her.
 
She started walking to the Kitchen door to go to the bathroom to clean up.
 
I watched her, staring at her beautiful body move. "God, you're
hot," I said to her.
 
"I know, just for you, Mr. Noori," she said, turning her head to look at me
as she winked and walked out from the Kitchen.
 
When we went to bed, I asked her while I was looking at the ceiling., "That
must have been very exciting for you too, calling me Jalal, right?”
 
“That was just to play your game” she said, “now, I admit that was it, but
that was just play along with your imagination and fantasy, good night my
love, sleep well,”.
 
To be continued…

[Bakchod Londa]

Loved this!
Meena's shift from hesitation to joining the fantasy is a nice touch.

[Blackdick11]

What a wild roleplay game!
It's more than just fun; I’d love to turn it into reality."

[Lollobionda]

Out of love for Nadir, Meena gets involved in the game once again, 
but without feeling anything like the passionate devotion she once felt.

‘In terms of age, Jalal could be my father ...!’ (Meena)

is an indication that she is not really enthusiastic about Jalal.
Nevertheless, she agrees ...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Shakeelaluv.]

It was a great narration.thank you. Would love to see more frequent updates.

[Salir]

The Pond Master-9

The next day Jalal Noori brought Meena for the first time flowers, namely 
red and pink roses. 

She accepted the flowers gratefully, "Oh, they are very beautiful," Meena said and after a short 
smell of roses, added, "and they smell great, thank you Jalal,". 

Meena knew his feelings for her could be far more than simply respect, but 
that didn't cause her any displeasure, maybe the other way around, more 
joy.

Jalal smiled and said, "My pleasure, an angel from heaven must be given something heavenly. 
I must say that they smell so good because they are not from the shop, but a fresh 
product from my rose-garden,"

"wow, you have to show it to me some time, I love flower-gardens, 
there is nothing more beautiful in the world than flowers." Meena said 
enthusiastically.

Jalal argued, "Sure if you want, any time can you see my rose-garden.
But I have a different opinion about beauty, a beautiful woman just like 
you, for me is more beautiful than any flower," and smiled while looking deep in her eyes. 
" Thank you, Jalal, but please don’t be silly, " Meena giggled and shook her 
head.

Jalal noticed that there is running a documentary on TV, "I don't want to 
disturb you. Are you watching something special? "  

"No, no, I was just watching a program about Al pacino, the Hollywood 
star. 
I like him as an actor and moreover he is as a man one of all time 
coolest actors for me. " Meena said.

"Now I know the type of man which you like," Jalal giggled.

"No, I don’t mean how he looks, but his behaviour and his dominance 
which… I don’t know how to describe it," Meena responded, "Now, this 
short film was about his private life and that he often had 
relationships with a bunch of much younger females".

Jalal laughed and asked, "Oh, I see, what do you think about…?" 

" I am the opinion that there is no problem, younger women and older men 
or vice versa, older women with younger men, they could be friends, good 
friends and even just a little more than friends, but that was all," 
Meena answered and giggled. 

Maybe Jalal just wanted to provoke her into a more precise answer, he 
added, "I can't see," he said, "How any woman could like a 
man, who is too older than she? A near friend of me always says the 
relationship between young men and older women or conversely, older 
men and young women are normally of a material nature!"

"Well, can be," she hesitated, ", but that is only true for a certain
percentage of cases. I think lot of men like very young women, I don't think 
that's perverse and abnormal! " 
Then she added, "And many younger women like older men, even as 
lovers, ".
Meena was suddenly aware that she was blushing, and she turned her 
head away from his.

Jalal didn’t respond at once, but as Meena turned her gaze to him again, 
he looked deep in the eyes and suddenly said, "You are so beautiful 
Meena, most beautiful young woman that I have ever seen in my long life," 
, then he added, ", I love how you dress, I love the way you move, and 
I love your beautifully painted nails and toes, for me you are the most 

beautiful angel on earth, ".

Meena blushed more, well, he was actually openly flirting with her, she 
thought, but she had done nothing to discourage him. 

After a short moment she said, "Thank you Jalal, it is very worth it to me 
and I’m happy that you find me beautiful,"

"You have a magnetic body, so perfect, I never get tired of watching, ". Jalal said.

She was thoughtful for a moment while looking away, "I don’t know, 
perhaps my body is not in best shape for some, but I like it as it is and 
Nadir likes it too," she said in a matter-of-fact voice, standing up and 
turning around to face away from him.
 
He looked if trying to appear objective he said, "You're just a nice shape," 
he assured her, "Just right." Then aware that his comments might be out of 
place, he added, "Lots of men of any age find you incredibly attractive, I'm 
sure." He was blushing while he talked die last sentence, and she saw it.

"Time I was going," he said. "It's getting late,"

"Okay, Nadir comes today a little bit later than normal," she said. 

Jalal stood up to leave. 

Meena came closer to him and for the first time and 
without warning, she kissed him on the cheek. 

He was at first shocked but then hugged her, without hesitation she let him 
and hugged him too and they stayed for a moment without doing anything 
else, like this. 

He kept his hips back, away from her, well aware that their approaching 
had excited him and not wanting her to feel it and perhaps be shocked at 
his physical reaction. 

Meena had noticed this and kept the distance.

"Better that I leave at once before I do something indecent, " Jalal said and 
moved on to door.

"You are not the type to do something bad," and after somehow sad look 
added, ", apart from this I don't think I could be a cheating wife, I am not 
very good at it. As an almost 33 years old married woman who is not very 
young more, I should be careful because I love my husband and under no 
circumstances do I want to risk my marriage," she said and looked at Jalal 
smiling.

"But you would certainly receive more immoral offers because of how 
pretty you are, am I right? " Jalal asked.

"Secrets shall remain secrets, " Meena giggled and then said, "Maybe see 
you tomorrow?",

"Sure," Jalal agreed, "If you don't finish work too late." 

At the door, he turned to Meena and said, "By the way, I wanted to invite 
you to dinner at the weekend, perhaps best on Friday evening, ".

"Oh, yes, sure, thank you, but I have to wait and see if Nadir is free," 
Meena replied.

" But if Doki doesn't have time, I would love to go out for dinner alone with 
you, just the two of us," he said quietly.

For Meena there was a moment of word loss. Jalal saw her confusion.
She was blushing again, and he saw it.

"Sorry, I didn't want to come out so quickly, maybe some other time if you 
agree,” and after a short pause, he said,” I hope this was no immoral 
offer," he laughed and added " See you tomorrow, beautiful Meena", 
and opened the door.

***

later when I came home, Meena was waiting for me in the living room, and 
we went straight into the dining room for dinner. During dinner I asked her 
if Jalal was there.
Meena answered that he was there and brought flowers for her. She 
added that he had to leave early, and his visit was short. 
She didn't mention anything else.

After dinner when we sat down to watch TV, she spoke, "Oh, I forgot to 
say, he invited us to dinner at the weekend, preferably on Friday if 
you have the day off, "

I replied "Okay, I'll see if it is possible,".

To be continued…

[Lollobionda]

Congratulations on the five-digit (100.500) ‘views’ ...

This is an important milestone, which shows that this story has a broad audience that accompanies 
the author on his journey and honours his work.

I am sure that without the interruption we would have more than a quarter of a million views today, 
but I am sure that this figure will be exceeded many times over in the end.

I would like to thank the author ‘Salir’ once again for his excellent work and hope that he will continue 
to provide us readers and followers with such "top" stories.


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Congratulations on the five-digit (100.500) ‘views’ ...

This is an important milestone, which shows that this story has a broad audience that accompanies 
the author on his journey and honours his work.

I am sure that without the interruption we would have more than a quarter of a million views today, 
but I am sure that this figure will be exceeded many times over in the end.

I would like to thank the author ‘Salir’ once again for his excellent work and hope that he will continue 
to provide us readers and followers with such "top" stories.


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

My friend, I thank you for the kind words.

We are on a short vacation near Salzburg and I was very happy to read your comments. 

I am also proud of our story and the number of views you have presented. 
I don't know where I can follow it, but I thank you very much.

Meena sends her greetings to you and all her readers and hopes we will continue the story soon.

I wish health and happines for you and all readers of the narration,

Salir

[Lollobionda]

Wow ... Al Pacino (Meena, you bella regazza, you amaze me!)

As half Italian, half German (Italian father, German mother), I adore Al Pacino. 
I am a big fan of his...

Besides Al Pacino, I am also a big fan of Adriano Celentano. I like his style as an actor, but especially his music.

I will give Jalal the tip; 
Al Pacino's ‘Sent Of A Women’ from 1992, in which he even won the Oscar for best leading actor for his role 
as Frank Slade, until his date (Friday) with Meena 
(probably without Nadir, as he will be very late and tired from the hospital due to a complicated and 
time-consuming case) to see. 

A tango with Meena would melt a lot of ice...

I am curious to see if Jalal will be able to charm Meena like Frank Slade charmed Christine Downes in the movie...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda