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

[Blackdick11]

With Nadir absent, the dinner invitation between Meena and Jalal or their continuous encounter could sharpens the tension, testing Meena's loyalty and boundaries.

It raises the question:

will she maintain her commitment to Nadir,
or might the evening lead her to push past familiar limits?
This setup teases a suspenseful turning point, hinting that their dynamic may shift in ways neither of them fully anticipates, inviting consequences that could reshape everything.

[kavitha99]

Very hot update

[Salir]

Friends,
I am very happy that we have exceeded the 105,500 readership.

It is a great honor for me that a story that is not only based on wild sex 
scenes and eroticism, but tries to show and clarify interpersonal relationships, 
feelings and emotions, weaknesses and strengths, arouses so much interest  
to continue reading it.

Today comes the next update and we, me and Meena,  hope to continue to have you 
as our loyal readers.

enjoy,

Salir

[Salir]

Pond Master 13
Tuesday was full of attending meetings and talking to some friends. 
Before I go away, I called Meena from my hotel and spoke briefly.
She was at work, and had not much time.
Meena told me that she will work a little longer today and
when she gets home she will call me.
At the evening I had to deal with the content of my seminar on my
area of expertise, vascular surgery, and prepare myself.
 
*   *   *
 
On Tueseday Meena went to work by taxi. She thought if she went
out with Jalal as planned, he could take her home.
 
Jalal picked her up from her workplace at the university.
 
Meena had a very busy work day and just wanted to relax and have a
glass of wine.
But she had promised Jalal to accompany him, and he was last day
clearly pleased to go dancing with her again, although she was not in
the mood to dance.
 
After they met in her office and she paid the bill for their pond, they
rode to the known restaurant for dinner.
 
There was a lot going on and the dance floor was crowded.
After dinner the waitress brought her second glass of wine, Meena
thanked and felt that she was all set to enjoy a few songs and sip her
glass of wine and just unwind from the day.
 
She took the clip out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders.
Jalal has left for some minutes after dinner, to call his company.
As he came back, he apologized and ordered his second wine glass.
 
Meena looked around, noticing the sitting crowd more or less, all
facing the band enjoying their music and ... except for Jalal.
 
He was facing her, and no doubt watched her every move.
When her eyes met his, he immediately gave her a smile and showed
the dance floor with his head and said, should we?
 
Then looked into her eyes in the dim lighting. She didn't know what
to do. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, and she could not resist
him.
Honestly, previously she was not in the mood but now definitely
feeling better after the first glass. She decided she would
accept his offer.
 
Jalal got up from his chair and he extended his hand gently.
She realized that a slow song had just started, and she guessed he
wanted to dance this round with her definitely.
 
Meena accepted by placing her hand on his and got up to follow him
to the dance floor.
 
She felt the warmth and gentle touch of his hands and his touch, He
held her like last time securely.
 
Meena felt right at home in his arms immediately.
She immediately felt that she had made the right decision to accept
his invitation to dance.
 
She had a bad conscience about Nadir for just a moment, but then
she convinced herself that it is just a dance and that he didn't need
to know much about what she was feeling to be worried about it.
She finally belonged to him and him alone.
 
This thought and conviction calmed her down and she decided to
easily surrender to Jalal on this dance stage and enjoy dancing with
such a master.
 
It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the
closeness.
 
Meena soon put her head on Jalal’s chest.
She was almost curious and testing him to see what he would do
next.
 
He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted
together even closer.
 
"Mmmmmmm", she thought to herself and sighed out loud and
smiled.
She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was
Meyrrhe Mystere, her favourite. The one which she always gave to
Nadir.
 
under the influence of wine, Meena wondered what would happen if
she unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt.
She imagined doing so and closed her eyes and daydreamed that
she would reach in his shirt and caress his strong chest.
 
Jalal kissed the top of her head as if he sensed and read her
thoughts and immediately she thought, "Oh, what the hell..."
 
Meena turned to face his upper chest and neck to deeply inhale once
again, the wonderful cologne scent.
 
She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to
click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted
more...
 
He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her
chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the
other for a very wonderful and explosive but very short kiss.
 
Meena immediately thought again of Nadir but before she got a bad
conscience, but she thought she had to leave those thoughts behind,
everything is okay and at the moment nothing is going wrong.
 
She will ensure that things stay this way and that the red line is not
crossed.
She was turned on and she knew this, but logical mind said she must
be careful. 
 
Jalal wanted to kiss her lips again, but Meena pulled her head back
and their bodies were pressed together.
Meena looked into his eyes and said softly, ", sorry, Jalal… you
know…" and then tenderly and briefly kissed his cheek and his neck.
 
Jalal smiled and kissed her head and then her cheek and said, "I
understand my dear,". 
 
It was a bit awkward for a moment. But after this moment, Meena
knew happily, from his body language, he was clearly telling her he
was thinking what she was thinking.
 
After a short minute, the slow music ended, and a more upbeat song
started.
 
Then Jalal led her by the hand back over to the table they were sitting
in. 
 
Meena grabbed her light summer coat and bag and escorted him
out of the restaurant toward his Bentley.
 
Hopefully to get closer to his goal, Jalal wanted to drive home with
Meena by his side.
 
He had the feeling, he had to have her and wanted to give her a night
that she will never forget.

But Meena said that she had had a long day, and she likes to go
home and rest.
 
Finally, after arriving her home, they sat outside her house in his car
while talking about that evening.

Meena spoke "Thank you Jalal. I had a good time," she said opening
her eyes to smile at him with her hand on the car's door handle.
 
"I must thank you for accepting my invitation, Meena," he said and
added ", are you interested to see my rose garden tomorrow?"
 
Meena answered, " Yes, sure why not I will be very happy, "
"Okay, then I collect you from work, is this okay? " Jalal asked.

"Yes, it is optimal, I look forward to seeing your garden, " Meena
responded.
 
Meena should have left his car, but she didn't at once. She delayed
her departure and prolonged her time with him by sitting there in an
alcohol dazed stupor.
 
She felt guilty, for not being so forthcoming
in answer his movements attempts at rapprochement while dancing.
She was sorrier for him.
 
"Well, thank you for the nice meal and dance, Jalal. Thank you for
being a gentleman. I had fun,", said Meena reaching for the door
handle again. "I'll see you tomorrow after work," she said giving him
a sexy smile before turning away.
 
"Wait," he said.
 
“Yes,” Meena turned her head to him. “What is it?”
 
"Meena," Jalal said tenderly, "I feel me so lively and vital in your
presence, there is no shame in that, is there?" ,and then looking her
straight into her eyes he added, "My god, you are simply beautiful."
 
Before Meena shows any reaction to his statement and question, he
took her in his arms and hugged her as she trembled.
 
One moment she couldn't believe how safe and at ease she was in
his arms.
The whole thing was like not allowed dream.
 
That was very short, then he let her go, and whispered, "Excuse me Meena... ".
 
They locked eyes and then the unimaginable happened.
Like some love scene from a movie, their lips drew closer and before
Meena knew what was happening, Jalal kissed her.
 
Taken by surprise, her lips met his but instead of pushing him away,
she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips tighter against
hers.
 
Her body quivered, but her desire fell to his as that one kiss became
another, then another.
 
‘Oh, I've missed this, being to hold her tender body, in my arms,
feeling her delicate and sweet lips against mine.’ Jalal thought.
 
Without thinking about what she was doing, Meena pressed herself
against him.
Meena‘s heart was racing and she could hardly breathe,
but within it all was the feel of his strong but wonderful, caressing
arms.
 
Jalal could taste her strawberry lipstick from her soft lips, and she
could feel her lipstick pealing from his lips with each parting breath.
 
She was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a
moment realizing how much they would soon be connected.
 
They kissed over and over again, their arms clutching each other in
an almost carnivorous longing, with each touch of their lips, there
was a not approved, almost sinful union.
 
Meena could feel his heart beating as if it were her own.
And then she began to feel something more...
 
"The feel of his heart by mine...," suddenly her eyes popped open as
she realize who was kissing her.
 
"Jalal, no, it is too much, it is a mistake…" she said, with him
answering, "Yes, Meena, I know…" and pulling her lips impossibly
closer, deeper.
 
"No ... no ... NO. Enough, we are not allowed, Jalal, please…" she
yelled at him as she pushed him away. "Whoa… None of ... enough.
We can't ...
 
Remember, I'm married,", Meena said breathlessly when their lips
separated.
 
Reluctantly, Jalal released his hold on her.
His mind was in a whirl, "She was kissing me, too. And look at her ...
She's breathing as hard as I am, she's blushing from what just
happened, there's sweat running off her forehead and down between
her breasts..."
 
Yet all he said was, "Yes, I'm sorry, Meena. I tripped and ... I just don't
know what came over me."
 
"Over us," corrected Meena in a voice so soft and low he wasn't sure
he'd actually, heard it.
 
"I apologize Meena, but honestly I am not sorry, " Jalal said and
added, ",it is for me a puzzle, why do you fight against what you
want and the will of your body, but it is okay, I respect your
decision and restraint, I thought we were alone, and I just wanted
to be close to you…"
 
"Unfortunately, for me at least, we are not alone, Nadir is with me, he
is always there, he is in my heart and watches us, I don't want to do
something wrong, " Meena said sadly and quietly.
 
"I know, logically someone has to be as you say in your heart, then
he can also approach you, and I am not in your heart... ", Jalal said
sadly, almost complaining…
 
Meena interrupted him and replied, “, you are already at the door,
let's say almost inside my heart, maybe not that deep but yes, ", and
after a short pause added, ", but that doesn't mean you are allowed in
my pants too! ", and laughed.
 
Jalal laughed too. Meena continued, "I think we're done in here. How
about calling me tomorrow?"
 
Nodding his head, he watched as she got out of the car and walked
Away towards her house door, marvelling once again at the sight of
her Shapely long leg and her tight, round buttocks cheeks.
 
He thought, a man at that age, such a strong man with a strong
personality, sometimes felt so weak towards her and no matter what
she asked, he would have done, he couldn't understand that.
 
He has always been an alpha male ever since he got to know himself
and the world around him, for as long as he can remember.
 
He was always a ruling personality in his professional and private life
and in his dealings with his environment.
Jalal had taken over the company from his father and had multiplied
not only the company but also the entire material possessions of the
family, which now consists of him and his son.
He always believed that with steadfast reactions and a firm hand you
can achieve anything. 
He had achieved everything he wanted through good sense, confidence, 
foresight and patience.
After his wife's death, he had a few brief and rather superficial
relationships, but now with Meena it was different.
He wished he was twenty years younger and had met Meena when
she was young, a single woman.
He sensed that Meena liked him very much and, despite the
significant age difference and the fact that she was already taken as
a wife and married to Nadir, she soon wanted to have him not only
as a friend but also as a lover.
 
But for the current reality and situation, if he absolutely wants to
have and occupy Meena, he should not risk it, waiting and watching
was the password.
 
To be continued…

[ricah43165]

What an unforgettable evening!
The sexual tension between Meena and Jalal was so palpable, it felt like a storm brewing.
That kiss shattered the red line she had drawn,
and now I can’t help but wonder what will unfold next.
Will Meena fully embrace this newfound desire, risking everything she has,
or will the fear of consequences drive her to retreat?
The drama is only just beginning!

[Salir]

Dear friends, 

As some of you may have noticed in the last installments,

Nadir is not the sole narrator, but the story is transmitted from a neutral

side...
 
These parts are mainly written or narrated by my wife, Meena (in our story),... 

But she does not want to appear here as the narrator of her story or as the 

person directly affected...
 
I am only passing on what has been written...
 
The parts that reflect her handwriting are presented in bold print.

Enjoy,

Salir

[Lollobionda]

His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, and she could not resist him.
 
She felt the warmth and gentle touch of his hands and his touch, He held her like last time securely.

Meena felt right at home in his arms immediately.

"She had a bad conscience about Nadir for just a moment, but then she convinced herself that it is just a dance and that he didn't need to know much about what she was feeling to be worried about it."

This thought and conviction calmed her down and she decided to easily surrender to Jalal on this dance stage and enjoy dancing with such a master.
It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the closeness.
He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted together even closer.
 
She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was Meyrrhe Mystere, her favourite. The one which she always gave to Nadir.
  
She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted more...
 
He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the other for a very wonderful and explosive but very short kiss.
 
Meena immediately thought again of Nadir but before she got a bad conscience, but she thought she had to leave those thoughts behind, everything is okay and at the moment nothing is going wrong.
 
One moment she couldn't believe how safe and at ease she was in his arms.
The whole thing was like not allowed dream.

Like some love scene from a movie, their lips drew closer and before Meena knew what was happening, Jalal kissed her.
 
Taken by surprise, her lips met his but instead of pushing him away, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips tighter against hers.
 
Her body quivered, but her desire fell to his as that one kiss became another, then another.
 
Without thinking about what she was doing, Meena pressed herself against him.
Meena‘s heart was racing and she could hardly breathe, but within it all was the feel of his strong but wonderful, caressing arms.
 
She was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a moment realizing how much they would soon be connected.
 
They kissed over and over again, their arms clutching each other in an almost carnivorous longing, with each touch of their lips, there was a not approved, almost sinful union.

Pure eroticism and passion .. thank you Salir.

Meena is always up and down and up and down:

* Remorse for being unfaithful to Nadir;
* Longing for a new sexual fulfilment at the highest level.

... And she realises that she would end up cheating on Nadir. 
She even toys with the idea of keeping this step a ‘secret’ and not telling Nadir.
It has already come to this with Meena... 

Will we get to see a completely different, a ‘new’ Meena?

Afterthought:
Nadir's perfume? Could it be that Jalal has been rummaging through Nadir's things in the bathroom?
Maybe the cameras will tell us how Jalal uses the same perfume as Nadir.
What a coincidence !

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Blackdick11]

Dear friends, 

As some of you may have noticed in the last installments,

Nadir is not the sole narrator, but the story is transmitted from a neutral

side...
 
These parts are mainly written or narrated by my wife, Meena (in our story),... 

But she does not want to appear here as the narrator of her story or as the 

person directly affected...
 
I am only passing on what has been written...
 
The parts that reflect her handwriting are presented in bold print.

Enjoy,

Salir

No way! Really? I didn’t realize Meena was behind that part. That's amazing!
Her writing is just as great as yours!
The way she crafts the atmosphere and builds tension is absolutely enthralling. It adds so much richness to the story.
I’m looking forward to more of her contributions—what a fantastic partnership!

[Salir]

No way! Really? I didn’t realize Meena was behind that part. That's amazing!
Her writing is just as great as yours!
The way she crafts the atmosphere and builds tension is absolutely enthralling. It adds so much richness to the story.
I’m looking forward to more of her contributions—what a fantastic partnership!

I would say that if she is interested, she can write much better than me...
She is much more patient and can describe things better, as she can speak English better 
than me, and she is talented too...

She often helped me in the past too, and corrected my numerous spelling mistakes and errors,
as much as possible!

Anyway, she thanks you and other loyal readers.

Salir

[Bakchod Londa]

The atmosphere was thick with heat, 
each touch sparking a thrill that tempted them to go further… but just in time, 
she pulled herself back to reality before things went too far.

As their lips met, it was as though a hidden spark ignited a long-buried flame. 
It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a surge of unspoken desires, 
a glimpse into emotions they’d been holding back....


The spark between them feels like more than just a quick thrill; it’s hinting at a whole new adventure ahead, full of exploration and discovery.

The flame they’ve started isn’t just about the physical side; it’s like a wake-up call to all those hidden desires they’ve kept tucked away. 

I'm eager to see where this path will lead and what fresh experiences lie ahead in their evolving relationship...

[Lovecraft]

Fantastic! with Nadir absent, they’ve taken that bold first step—the tension is just heating up—things are about to get really interesting!

[Salir]

Pond Master 14

Late in the evening, after the exciting hours of dancing with Jalal and 

what happened afterwards in the car, Meena was in the 

bathroom cleaning her makeup off. 
 
She wore nothing but one of Nadir’s large summer cotton shirt, light 

yellow, loosely buttoned around her waist. 

Every time, when Nadir was on a congress-journey, she wore one of 

his shirts to sleep. A lot of skin and cleavage were showing.
 
Her magnificent tits and her perfect ass were hidden just underneath 

the loose and thin fabric. 

She looked as always, hot and in addition to having a cute, delightful 

face, her body was killer too. 

She needed her male at the moment, she thought.

As she was looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly had a crazy 

idea. 
She buttoned up the shirt, showing her firm stomach with a hint 

of abs. 

She was clutching the shirt so that only parts of her boobs were 

showing, but it was just enough to make it seriously hot and teasing.
 
She held her nice tits through the shirt, while biting her lower lip, 

smiling coyly. 

Meena turned off the main light. 

Now only the limited light from Nadir's small shaving mirror was on. 

Then she got her cell phone and started taking photos of her appearance

in the mirror.

After taking some photos, she checked the pictures and chose three 

Of them.

The first picture showing off her shapely, juicy thighs from the side. 

In the second one she had turned her back to the mirror, and her 

perfect ass was hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric of 

Nadir’s shirt, with the lighting hitting her ass just perfectly. 

The last photo showed Meena in nothing but a towel, covering her 

upper mid-thigh to just above her chest! 

Because of the dim light, all photos showed a silhouette of her body, 

they didn't show too much, but the implication was certainly there, 

and it was enough to see to imagine more.

Meena forwarded the three pictures to Nadir. 

They were captioned ‘dream of me… ’

*   *   *

When I returned to the room after brushing my teeth, I noticed that Meena 

had called two minutes ago. I called back.

"Hi baby, did you like what I sent you?" She asked immediately.

I checked my phone. Nope, nothing. 

" What did you send, something written? " I asked.

"Nooo, the photos!" she answered.

I got confused.

"Photos? Which photos?"

"Yes, silly. The three I just sent. In the bathroom."

There was a brief pause. A moment of silence. 

Meena's tone of voice has changed.

"You did get a photo just now, right?" she asked, uncertain. I reached for 

my phone and checked to be sure.

"Nope. Nothing here."

"I have to check, call you back right away," Meena stopped talking and 

quickly interrupted the contact.

*    *    *

Meena, phone in hand, scrolled through it. Her scrolling came to a 

stop and her jaw dropped.

"Shit... shit… What have I done!" Meena exclaimed, holding a hand to 

her mouth.

" Shit! I sent it to the wrong number", "I... I sent it to Jalal!", she 

talked loudly to herself.

She noted that 'Nadir', and Jalal as 'Noori' his surname, were staying 

just next to each other and she chose the wrong name when sending.

Meena dumped down on the end of the bed, staring at her phone.

"It's so wrong... Shit, how could this happen? I sent him nude pics of 

my legs and my ass! oh god, it's so wrong, now that Jalal is... 

thinking and doing God knows what, ', I even captioned it ' dream of 

me,' Shit! 

God, I can't believe I sent it to someone else, even worse, to him! 

After teasing him today? 

It's so wrong! '

Thinking and murmuring all time. how that old horny man got an 

eyeful of her hot ass and legs and titis. She could only imagine how 

hot that'd look, and what Jalal might think... and do...

She took a quick glance in the pics. Her face was even in two of 

them! 

'How can I inform Nadir about this shit, what should I tell him, 

especially after our conversation, how will he feel when he finds out 

what shit I've done? ' ,she thought. ' no, no, just not that, I can't tell 

him, yes, he trusts me and will also believe me that it was just a 

stupid mistake on my part but then he will think about what Jalal will 

do with it and how Jalal sees it and what he will plan... '.

Then Meena cell phone dinged.

Someone had texted her.

Meena paused, looking at her phone, thinking.

The she reached over at the nightstand where her phone was laying. 

She laid back and swiped her lock away. 

Her eyes went wide.

"Shit, he... he replied." She spoke.

She just kept looking wide-eyed at the photo. 

Half looking at it, half contemplating what to do next.

The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man. 

His huge and muscular chest and belly was hidden under a white tank top. 

His face was hidden. But something else was not. Looking down at 

the photo, Meena saw this large man standing in his white boxer 

shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a big and very long bulge. 

It was surreal, Meena thought. 

The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. 

And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.

And it was captioned: 'All yours.'

'Shit!' Meena thought.

'Is... is that real? ' ,she asked herself, then blushed realising what 

'No... can't be. Probably stuffed his boxers with something… ' She 

thought in a state of disbelief. 

But she couldn't be sure, of course. 

It was way more than Nadir’s even Mansour’s as she remembered, 

longer too. 

Holy shit, Jalal was hung! And what's more, Jalal had captioned it 'All 

yours' She thought.

'Just trying to impress me, I bet, ' she moaned while slightly biting 

her lip while looking at the length and thickness of it. 

At the next moment Meena was ashamed admiring actually a strange 

man’s cock. 

She scrolled with trembling finger the pics and looked one time more 

at her photos which she sent Jalal. 

It was just something about seeing her shapely ass and titis hugged 

by Nadir’s cotton shirt. Yes, the pictures were so hot. 

They truly were very sexy photos and looking at them made for sure 

things of every male grow up! 

Knowing that Jalal had already seen it, and probably jacked off to it. 

Jalal had probably been cumming for her. 

She was angry with herself for her dirty thoughts more than sending 

them to him…

Meena finally thought she had to stop the madness somehow, she 

chose Jalal's name in her cell phone and just typed, 'I’m sorry, just a 

mistake, I chose wrong number! '

After a short pause came the answer, ' Whether intentionally or 

accidentally, I was lucky again! But mine was intentional! '

Meena wrote,' please delete my pictures before someone sees it,' 

Jalal: 'Nobody is going to see them, except me, and I have to be 

honest with you, I have to think about deleting! '

Meena: ', and I ask you not to mention it again when we see each 

other,'

Jalal: ' I promise never to mention the picture or the content, but am I 

allowed to think about it in my dreams? '

Meena: ' I can't forbid you to dream or control your dreams, '

Jalal ' I'm sorry, but I'm thankful to God that you can't do that, '

Meena: ' You are a bad boy, Mr. Noori, '

Jalal: ' I will not deny it, you have not seen my different faces yet… 

Did you delete mine? ' 

Meena: ' Is that you?!' 

Jalal: 'Who else do you think? Is it not obvious? Should I send 

another one that contains my face and body without a cover? '

Meena: ' No, no. please no, I believe you, yes, I deleted it. '
 
Jalal: ' Okay, but let me know if you need a new one! '

Meena: ' You are so bad… Now, I must go and sleep, I am very tired. '  

Jalal: 'Okay, but just a question, does the person you wanted to send the 

photos to, know that you sent them to the wrong person, I mean to 

me? '
 
Meena: ' No, no, and you do not forget your promise, good night, ' 


Jalal: ' I always keep my promises. Good night my dear, sleep well. But I 

will dream with and about the pictures of you and you, '

Meena put her cell phone on the nightstand. She went into the 

bathroom to brush her teeth. 

As she came back and lay down to bed, before turning off the light, 

she picked up her phone and scrolled the pics until the picture 

of Jalal appeared. 

First, she wanted to delete it, but she looked at it again 

and thought out loud, ", unbelievable, such a man and such a... ", 

and bit her lower lip lightly.

Then she turned it off and left the cell phone back on the nightstand, 

and pressed the light switch…

***

After about twenty minutes from our first call, I phoned Meena.

"Hi, baby, excuse me I was in bathroom". She answered.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes, sure, I made a mistake, and didn’t sent it previously, I'll send it right 

away, I love you,sleep well, good night".

Then I received the some fantastic photos of her sexy body.

It was captioned ‘Just yous’…


To be continued…

[Navellover143143]

She ready to be cheated again too

[Lollobionda]

"Meena sei una bella regazza" ...

Very interesting and unforeseen event, (or perhaps a ‘deliberate’ misunderstanding on Meena's part?!?).
Jalal's dream of a sexual relationship with Meena takes shape.

... And Meena is not averse, even dreaming of his large penis, which is visible in his pants in the photo. 
And also, while she (half-heartedly!) asks Jalal to delete the photos, 
she leaves his photo in her mobile phone and even goes so far as not to tell Nadir about this 
‘deliberate misunderstanding’ and even lies to him...

It becomes apparent that a "hot phase" in Meena's life will begin in the coming weeks and months.

I am very excited and looking forward to it ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Bakchod Londa]

Awesome, this old man sure hit the jackpot!
First, a hot kiss in the car,
and now Meena sent(by mistake ) him sizzling photos...
I mean, how much luckier can he get in one night? Looks like Meena just turned up the heat and 
gave him something to fantasize about for days or keep him up tonight

[Salir]

"Meena sei una bella regazza" ...

Very interesting and unforeseen event, (or perhaps a ‘deliberate’ misunderstanding on Meena's part?!?).
......

.......
she leaves his photo in her mobile phone and even goes so far as not to tell Nadir about this 
‘deliberate misunderstanding’ and even lies to him...
.....
Lollobionda

Meena:
            I have estimated that many of you will see things this way, I can't change that and maybe I shouldn't...

            Free interpretations are allowed and nice, they are signs of attention and interest... Thank you!

            I won't say anything about my feelings that evening, to be honest I don't remember or know anymore...

            Kiss all of you,
            Meena

[RJ668]

(this kind of mistakes happens...if you are not fully attentive,,, or in a rush or your mind is preoccupied with something else...)

For Meena, it’s just a mistake, a slip of the finger in the heat of the moment, but for Jalal,, it’s an unexpected gift.
What she thought was a mistake has fueled his desire and shifted the power in his favor,

It’s like a spark in the dark, igniting a new layer of intrigue and excitement between them.

[Blackdick11]

You know what? I think the universe had a hand in this whole thing. Meena wanted to tease Nadir, but who got teased? Jalal!

Guess destiny thought, "Why not spice up this old man's evening a little?"

Now, the big question: will she confess to Nadir and spill every juicy detail? 
Or will she tell edited version?
And here’s the kicker: how will Nadir react? Will he get that thrill, 
or will he feel a twinge of insecurity creeping in?

At the end of the day, they’re partners in crime. So why keep anything under wraps? It’s exactly the kind of thrill Nadir wanted. now that things are getting real...

[Salir]

Dear friends, 


We had prepared some Word-documents for updates in the last few weeks, 

Concernig at least 6 updates (15-21). 

As we, me and my Meena, tried to edit them today, unfortunately noticed that, 

these Word files were shown as unreadable! 

We tried several times to repair them using the websites and softwares, but to no 

avail.

It is annoying and I would like to apologize that it may take some time until I find a solution (if at all!) 

If one of you is familiar with this area, please get in touch!


Thank you very much,

Salir

[Lollobionda]

Dear friends, 


We had prepared some Word-documents for updates in the last few weeks, 

Concernig at least 6 updates (15-21). 

As we, me and my Meena, tried to edit them today, unfortunately noticed that, 

these Word files were shown as unreadable! 

We tried several times to repair them using the websites and softwares, but to no 

avail.

It is annoying and I would like to apologize that it may take some time until I find a solution (if at all!) 

If one of you is familiar with this area, please get in touch!


Thank you very much,

Salir

Too bad about all the work...

I do not know my way around this area (software computer world etc.). 
I can not even upload my profile picture. Sad but true!

"Ahh Meena ... mit deinem Blick und deiner Ausstrahlung verzauberst du alle Männer um dich herum, 
kannst du deine Magie nicht auch am Computer wirken lassen ...?

Ein bisschen Leben einhauchen... das würde auf jeden Fall helfen. Davon bin ich überzeugt.
Was meinst Du?"  

Spaß beiseite, liebe Freunde, ich habe wirklich keine Ahnung, wie man so ein Problem lösen 
und die Dateien wiederherstellen kann.

Ich hoffe, dass ihr am Ende doch noch die Lösung findet. 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda