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

[Salir]

A great story needs a great starting point, and this story has a great starting point, 
namely, Nadir's fantasy...

He (Nadir) must have realised by now that he has put his Meena, whom he loves more than anything, 
at the mercy of a charmer like Jalal...

Sometimes, when I think about it, I can not help feeling that Meena, *by turning Nadir's fantasy into reality* 
(after the experience with Mansi that almost led to a divorce), is also ‘indirectly’ teaching him a lesson.

A lesson because, *although she enjoys it all*, she sometimes feels like a rotten cheat and Nadir keeps 
putting her in these situations. 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Thank you my friend,

How right you are...

Sometimes there is not a guilty person but a guilty sense, a guilty feeling, a guilty sensation and at most a guilty body and not a guilty mind and will..


Salir

[Salir]

…Continuation Pond Master 16


(Meena’s Narration)

Jalal came back from his world of thought, there was something going on
Then three rows down from them and off to the right he noticed another couple
who were enthusiastically kissing one another.
 
He thought at first, they were just a teenage couple necking, but closer scrutiny
indicated they were about the same age as Meena and the kissing they
were engaged in was pretty passionate.
 
She had medium-long hair and what he could make out in the
light, a pretty face.
The way they embraced it was difficult to see more of her.
 
He thought about leaning over and pointing them out to Meena and making a
comment something like, "Those two look like they have something better than
Al Pacino on their minds," but decided not to, fearing she would not like his
comment.

So, he gazed at them some more in silence, jealous of how passionate they were
and how their kissing went on and on.
 
Little did he know, but Meena had spotted them, too.
She, too, stared at them kissing passionately. 
She quickly looked away toward the screen, not wanting to watch them.

But something, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, pulled her eyes back to
watching them again.
 
The couple seemed oblivious to the rest of the audience around them,
they certainly weren't being discreet in their actions.
But Meena began to feel something strange.
 
She was sure that woman hadn't once glanced in her direction, yet she had the
impression she was fully aware that Meena was there, watching her, just as she
wanted her to.
 
Meena began to sense the woman was communicating with her through her
Actions, she felt herself being drawn in by this woman and what she was doing
with her lover.
 
What Meena saw next further astounded her. 

The man was not only kissing her,now his hands were on her breasts as well.
He was leaning over kissing her almost wildly on the lips and fondling her tits
through her blouse.
 
It was a brazen thing to be doing in such a public place, Meena thought.

She noticed that some of the emergency lighting along the side wall of the
auditorium was almost shining directly on them, on those particular seats as if
spotlighting them, and if they had only moved three or four seats farther into the
row they would have been in virtual darkness.
 
 Still, they stayed where they were, almost inviting curious eyes.

Jalal, who had been fixated on the couple almost the whole time, was
aware that an extra element had been added to their sensuous kissing, too.
 
His attention was riveted on the other man's hands as he caressed his woman’s tits,
sometimes his fingers dipping inside her blouse.
 
Lucky guy, he thought.
He could feel his cock stirring a bit as he became more aroused studying them,
wishing he could trade places.
 
Despite his black mood, his wish to point this couple out to Meena was
becoming overwhelming.

Assuming a wryly humorous tone, Jalal finally whispered to her as blandly as he
could, "Do you see those two love birds over there? They don't seem the least
bit interested in Al Pacino’s best movie playing before them."
 
It was a silly comment, but it emphasized the movie and not that he might be
trying to come on to her, or make her think passionate thoughts, which he
thought would just annoy her and push her away further, if that were possible.

It was a simple statement, nothing more.
 
She was already looking, of course.

She had heard what he said, but she didn’t register his words really.
Without knowing it, the passionate thoughts that he preferred not to conjure up
in her were about to sweep her away.
 
At that very moment, the woman, who had been sitting somewhat slumped in
her seat, sat up and unbuttoned her blouse.

It turned out that she was not wearing a bra.
The man cupped her tits with his hands and kissed them.
 
Meena's pussy immediately felt a tug and she felt herself getting wet.

It was a feeling she had been ignoring for two days, perhaps that was why it was
so overwhelming and delicious now.
 
The desire to touch herself became very strong, although she resisted it.

As Meena stared at the lovers, the woman moved in her seat and slipped her
blouse more open. Her tits were right in his face now and he wasted no time
suckling them, biting the nipples, and rubbing his face all over them.
 
Meena was mesmerized by the look on the woman’s face and wished she was
sitting one row back in the seat directly behind her so she could look at her
face, every beautiful line and contour in it, the pure joy and passion that
radiated from it.
 
The lovers seemed unaware or uncaring that others were nearby and might
discover them.
 
Their daringness further incited Meena. In an odd sense, she felt challenged by
this couple, especially the woman.
She couldn't help but feel totally captivated by her.
 
The heat from her own loins began radiating out from her as she became very
aroused watching them.
At this moment Jalal turned to her, "are you enjoying the show?" she asked calmly.
"Yes, it is a good movie," Meena replied at one.
 
"No, the show,“, he said pointing at the couple who were busy.
" I'm sure they are enjoying the movie much more than us", he added laughing
quietly.
 
Meena looked at them and said calmly, "That's a good show as well, ", she giggle
quietly as well "I'm sure they do,"
 
"And I'm sure others are having fun too" , he pointed to some other men and
women watching the loving couple.
 
Meena could feel herself moisten more as she watched.

To be continued...

[Salir]

…Continuation Pond Master 16 (II)
 
(Meena’s Narration)

Meena became very conscious of her hand resting on her lap and she was afraid
that at any moment she would feel her genitals.
 
She went to rest it on the arm rest, but Jalal's hand was there already.
Meena could feel herself squirming a bit as she sat, then she felt that as she
turned Jalal put his arm over the back of her chair.
 
“You can use the arm rest if you like,”, he said.
 
"Thank you,", said Meena placing her arm there and suddenly aware that he now
had her arm around the back of her.
 
"You're welcome,", he said smiling at her.
 
Meena could feel his arm resting partly over the back of the seat and partly over
her shoulders.
 
As she continued to watch the movie, she could feel Jalal turning and looking at
her every so often.
Clearly, he was getting turned on and was waiting to see how she would react to
his arm.
 
Meena felt it was too hot in theatre. 
She didn’t want to give him the false signal and give him some encouragement,
but it was too hot, and she decided to do to do something against the feeling of
heat and the danger of sweating.

She stood suddenly and removed her blazer, laying it over the empty next seat.
 
As Meena was doing so, Jalal removed his arm maybe feeling that she was
 
rejecting his advances.
 
As she sat down, she lifted the arm of the chair between them and grabbed his
arm and put it back over her shoulders and snuggled in close to him.
 
This was a spontaneous activity probably due to emotional component and 
excitement after observing the loving couple.

This even amazed Meena herself.
 
"Much more comfy,", she said smiling and resting her head on his shoulder.
 
"Much better,", Jalal replied, whispering near her ear.
 
Jalal took it as a signal that she was into him and moved the arm that he had
over Meena’s shoulder, down her back and placed his hand in between her left
arm and side.
 
Meena could feel him move his hand slowly up and down caressing the side but
also, the side of her breast.
 
She lifted her head from his shoulder to move away a little but Jalal in this
moment turned his head to her and quickly kissed her lips.
 
Meena quickly pulled her head back and Jalal whispered, "Parden, I couldn't
control myself,",", I have to be careful what I'm doing,".
 
The loving couple were still busy kissing and cuddling.
 
after 2-3 minutes, there was a break between two parts of the running movie.
 
Jalal excused himself and went to the toilet. When he came back, he noticed
that the arm rest was down again.
 
The break was over, and Meena noticed that they both now sharing the arm rest
between them, hands casually dbangd over the upholstered end.
 
Meena was so distracted by the two lovers that she at first almost didn't even notice
What she was doing, but it happened.
 
Suddenly, Jalal became aware that Meena was lightly scratching the back of his
hand with her burgundy nails.
 
It was almost a caress. Nothing more but a soft and casual scratching of the
back of his hand.
 
What was this? Jalal's attention zoomed straight to her left hand.
 
Was this just some simple flirtation? Before, he noticed that she didn't allow
him to kiss her and now?
 
From Meena's side, it was mostly unconscious.
She was so deeply involved in the film and he two lovers that she did this
move not intentionally.
 
This went on for three or four minutes.
 
Should he respond now? Almost instinctually, Jalal caressed back.
Entwining his fingers with Meena's.
 
At this moment the action between two hands began to advance rapidly from the
slight scratching of nails on skin, to a mutual caressing of fingers.
 
Suddenly Meena realized what was going on. But she knew that she had started
it.
 
Instead of withdrawing her hand, for reasons that she could not explain, Meena
turned her palm upward so that his nails could scratch the palm of her
hand.
 
Her heart was thumping in her ample chest.
 
She didn't dare look at the man next to her, but stole glances at the two hands
moving together.
 
Her flesh was tingling! Where was this leading? Was this just a sign of friendship
from her and him, or something more?
 
The caressing continued for around ten heart-bumping minutes until the
question was answered...
 
Jalal clasped Meena's entwined tender and soft fingers, caressing with just his
Long, strong fingers.

Then he shifted slightly more toward his beautiful companion and
began to move Meena's hand down into his lap!
 
Suddenly Meena could feel the back of her hand pressing down into his loin
and to the front of his pants.
 
She could feel his long member which was now hard.
 
Jalal resumed the caressing of entwined fingers, but was putting more
pressure on the woman's hand into his lap and his hard pole.
 
This was no subtle show of friendship now!

To be continued...

[Bakchod Londa]

Wow, this is storytelling at its finest!
The way you’ve captured the tension, the emotions, and the atmosphere is nothing short of extraordinary.
Every word feels like a brushstroke on a canvas, creating a vivid and immersive picture.
You’ve created something that’s not just read but felt.
Truly remarkable writing!
Honestly, all the credit goes to your wife!
Please convey my heartfelt admiration for her exceptional work

The tension has reached a boiling point,
teetering on the edge, ready to explode into something intense and uncontrollable at any second.

[Salir]

Wow, this is storytelling at its finest!
The way you’ve captured the tension, the emotions, and the atmosphere is nothing short of extraordinary.
Every word feels like a brushstroke on a canvas, creating a vivid and immersive picture.
You’ve created something that’s not just read but felt.
Truly remarkable writing!
Honestly, all the credit goes to your wife!
Please convey my heartfelt admiration for her exceptional work

The tension has reached a boiling point,
teetering on the edge, ready to explode into something intense and uncontrollable at any second.

Thank you friend,

I appreciate your supportive and encouraging words and my wife also thanks you very much.

A new update will arrive as soon as possible.

Until then

Be healthy and enjoy your life...

Salir

[Blackdick11]

The earlier show was just a warm-up—now(after the break) it’s Jalal and Meena’s moment to turn up the tension and steal the night.

With each update, my anticipation grows even more.
I'm on the edge of my seat, eagerly waiting to see what happens next. I'm really curious to know what this night has in store for them!

[Salir]

The earlier show was just a warm-up—now(after the break) it’s Jalal and Meena’s moment to turn up the tension and steal the night.

With each update, my anticipation grows even more.
I'm on the edge of my seat, eagerly waiting to see what happens next. I'm really curious to know what this night has in store for them!

[ricah43165]

The air is thick with tension, almost suffocating with the heat of unspoken desires.

....Jalal made his bold move–a signal that exactly what he wants.

Now, all eyes are on Meena. it’s her turn to decide.

Will she resist, holding firm to her sense of control,
or will she lean into the magnetic pull, reciprocating with equal fervor and surrendering to the wild heat of the moment...

The night hanging in suspense, 
Every second is pulsing with tension, every glance and touch slowly daring her to cross that line

[Salir]

Thank you for 12,000 visits of Meena- and Nadir's story...

[Salir]

… Continuation Pond master 16 (III)

 
(Meena’s Narration)
 
The purpose was obvious at this point.
 
But the thing that surprised Meena the most was not that the old Noori, although he
promised to be good, was making a pass at her again, but that she actually
was sexually responding to it!
 
Their hands were becoming warmly moist.
 
Sweat began to form on Meena's upper lip and in her hot cleavage.
 
The movie and also the loving pair had definitely lost her attention.
 It could have been a blank screen for all she cared at this point.
 
Old man, Jalal was beginning to proactively rub the back of her hand into his every
second more rigid becoming cock!
 
Now was the time when Meena had to either cross the line or remove her hand
and pretend nothing had happened.
 
This was going in a direction that she didn’t want, in the area above the red line that
she had in mind, and that in the back of a darkened movie theatre!
 
Her nipples were hardening, her skin was literally tingling.
 
There was no turning back!
 
Jalal Norri was very active in area beyond the red line, he showed this
yesterday!
And now again was initiating a sexual foreplay between them.
But despite these thoughts and reaching the red alert in her mind, Meena
started stroking the back of her hand into Jalal's heating crotch.
 
She crossed the red line into mutual seduction.
Jalal reacted by slightly spreading his legs in the dark.
 
Meena pressed and rubbed the back of her hand into his lap and directly to his
now very erect cock, not knowing where this would lead, but knowing she
wanted it to lead not too far!
 
Meena knew at the moment she wanted this to do.
Her hormones and a lot of alcohol in her head, wanted this.
 
And of course it was obvious that Jalal wanted it with her well beyond the limits
she has set for herself!
 
The old man switched hands, taking Meena's right hand with her own right hand
to continue the lap-action.
 
However, he moved his left arm smoothly over Meena's head and dbangd it
around her shoulders, placing his left hand on the young woman's shoulder.
 
As Jalal began to caress Meena's upper arm, he simultaneously pulled young
wife’s closer to him and tilted her head over to rest on his shoulder, next
to his face.
 
Her good smelling hair touched his cheeks, as Meena slightly rested
her head next to Jalal's.
 
All while her hand rubbed on and around in the lap and the starchy rod of
 the old man.
 
Her smooth, soft cheek touched his good shaved but ticklish cheek of him,
throwing off more sparks between them.
 
It was one thing when hands touched, but another when faces did; and then
Jalal began to move his cheek lovingly over Meena's.

They could have been two lovers, although not matching ages, out on a date
getting romantic sitting in the dark at the movies--which is exactly what this was
becoming!
 
With this sudden change in body position, Meena was feeling her cunt leaking
juice down the sides of her hot pussy.
 
The special perfume scent from Jalal, the heat emanating from her own cunt
And his tissue covered dick, and the caressing of their cheeks together was a
combination that was making Meena's skin crawl with lust.
 
That was the only word to describe it. Sheer, unadulterated lust!
 
They were probably about a third through the second part of movie as they had
been petting in the back of the theatre.
 
Meena could feel Jalal's long fingers caressing both her shoulder and the side of
her left breast.
 
The thin silk of her blouse held nothing back.
Her large nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt were leaking juice from behind
the slips.
 
She could hear Jalal begin to breath heavier as the hand in his lap was working
its sexual magic.
 
Then the two began going to the next level of seduction between them.
 
As their cheeks were caressing, Jalal turned his face one time more inward
toward Meena's and lightly kissed her on the very corner of her
deep-red mouth.
 
He did this with the next three cheek-caresses, turning his lips inward and
lightly kissing the corner of Meena's mouth.
This was a message.
 
Jalal was almost certain that he had her where he wanted her... He was convinced that
tonight, the goal could be achieved if he hadn't made any mistakes.
 
Meena could soon give herself to him and become his woman, not just emotionally,
completely... Emotionally and physically, how he had wished and planned...
 
Her heavenly body would open up to him and let him occupy her, today and tomorrow
and...
 
 
If Meena wanted to kiss Jalal, she could easily turn her face in return.
 
If not, and this was all that her loyal side wished to take it with,
from this dark back of the theatre, from her old companion,
then no further movement was necessary.
 
But it would only be a small break for a moment, the night was yet young!
 
This was also the place to bring it to the next level if Meena wanted it.
 
And yes, Meena wanted it!
 
She had never kissed a man with passion before, in the cinema, at least not
for many, many years.
In the past, as young lovers with Nadir, before they were married, perhaps a few
Times they were in the movie theatre, feeling, touching and kissing each other.
 
But that was all forgotten now and belonged to the past.
 
Now, with Jalal, but there was no going back on this.
 
This was happening so fast that she had no ability to even question her instincts,
momentary horniness and will of her body.
 
The fourth time Jalal went to turn her lips in to kiss Meena, the young married
wife turned to meet the old man's mouth, too.
 
Their very full lips pressed softly together.
No tongue, still closed, they shared their full mouth-on-mouth kiss very softly
and passionately.
 
At first tentatively, then with more confidence and urgency.
 
Jalal thought, he had never kissed anyone with lips so soft and pliant, not even as a
teenager with is very young girlfriend.
 
He could feel the stickiness of Meena's lipstick and as they broke this first kiss,
their lower lips stuck briefly together.
 
Their lips came apart the first time, then re-joined, still closed.
 
The two, lovers for this evening, pressed those lips upon each other, increasing
the pressure steadily until they were mashed to each other.
 
After a full half minute of lip-pressing, they broke the kiss again.
 
But this time, for the first time, they made eye contact with each other.
 
Even in the dark of the movie theatre, as the film flickered on the screen, Jalal
could see Meena's face.
 
But for the first time, there was a look of unbridled lust in the sexy married
young Meena's expression!
Raw, unbridled lust--and not a smile, but the corner of the woman's beautiful
mouth turning up in almost a leer of sheer sexual devouring!
 
Meena suddenly knew that, regardless of what just happened physically
between them, and the new sexual attraction she felt toward this old man, Jalal
was engulfed in a passion for her that had to be quenched!
 
Whether she wanted it or not, the big-old Jalal, was about to pounce on his prey!
 
And to top it off, as Jalal continued to caress Meena's silk-covered shoulder,
the old man, actually ran his long, thick tongue over her upper and lower
lips...slowly, wetly.
 
Jalal was almost salivating over her new female sex-object, licking her lips in
anticipation of what was to come!
 
Briefly gazing into each other's eyes in the dark, they exchanged the final
agreement--it was okay to go further.
 
Then almost simultaneously, they each averted their eyes down to each other's
lips.
Meena’s burgundy and deep red lipstick was slightly smeared on his lips now,
Not too much, but just enough to leave a residue of their first kisses.
 
If an usher had shined his flashlight on them at that moment, it would be
obvious these two lovers were at the beginnings of a deep make-out session in
the back of the theatre.

To be continued...

[Lollobionda]

I really like the story. 
I like Nadir and Meena, and I also like how they feel about each other and that they stay together as a couple.

It's interesting to see how Jalal tests that love, or should I say pushes it to the limit.
I can see that Jalal will cause a lot of problems where Meena will have to ‘temporarily’ choose between love 
(for Nadir) and lust (with Jalal). 
But I can also see that Nadir has his own personal issues, his demons that he struggles with, how far is he willing 
to let things go... and also how Meena struggles with her personal lust-demons, how far is she willing to go...

*Great descriptions, great build-up
Hats off to you Meena*


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Here is Meena!

I don't necessarily want to answer the comments in this way, because I think the emotions show themselves anyway and mine are visible and noticeable in my writing.
Nevertheless, I want to answer the really nice things that you write about my handwriting and say a big thank you.
I would like to thank everyone who reads my story here (whether I write it or not).
I kiss you all...
M.

[Navellover143143]

Is Meena look like any actress just want to imagine

[Salir]

Is Meena look like any actress just want to imagine

My Avatar is a slightly adjusted, not old pic of Meena... 

But if you want have an actress who reminds of her, then...

Huma Qureshi to come up with new web series ‘Mithya’ – The Indian EYE

Huma Q. is closest in this picture...

[Blackdick11]

Forget the screen... that's all scripted 

Who needs a movie when the real live show is about to start in the last seat, in the theater’s dim light...

Looks like a new couple just walked in the game, ready to steal the spotlight from the "loving couple" in front.


This night promise a steamy, seductive show that no reel could ever match.

[Salir]

… Continuation Pond Master (IV)

(Meena’s Narration)

But no one would shine that light. 

They were in the back, in the dark, with no one around them, and they would 
be free to go back to their embrace.

And after a few moments of gazing at each other's lips, a mutual sigh was 
shared, and Meena and Jalal's faces came together once again. 

This time was different, though. The passion began to flow carefree. 
Once their lips came together, Jalal's was the first to open, his thick, warm 
tongue emerging from between his teeth.

 Meena felt his tongue slide wetly along her painted lips, prying them open to 
allow access to her teeth.

Jalal's tongue swabbed the white, slick teeth, down to young wife's gums, 
around and inside her right cheek, then up under her upper lip to caress the 
teeth and gums again.

Their saliva began to intermingle and leak from the corner of Meena's mouth. 
Almost as a reflex, Jalal moved his right hand from Meena's hand in his lap up 
to the young woman ‘s left breast. 

As Meena's open hand continued to rub at the covered hard boner, 
Jalal cupped the full globe and massaged, both around the breast and the 
taught, thick nipples through the frilly silk blouse and skimpy lace bra. 

Meena's nipples had long since become rock-hard with passion, and it made 
feeling them through the material so much easier. It even made it an easy target 
for Jalal to rub them lightly to further stimulate them.

In reaction to the sudden fondling of her tit, Meena's mouth opened to sigh. 
However, it was still glued to his mouth! 

The Meena's teeth parted, and Jalal's tongue slid in like a thick serpent, 
searching for his companion's matching tongue.
 There was no going back now. 

Meena sighed into Jalal's mouth and shot her own tongue out to wrestle with the 
Old man ‘s mouth muscle. 

Instinctively, Meena's left hand slid up to the back of Jalal's head, her fingers 
digging into the bald head, bringing the big old man's face even closer to her 
own. 

Her fingers caressed the man's hairless scalp, then moulded to the back of his 
neck, her thumb gently caressing Jalal's strong cheek. 

Jalal responded with increased emotion. 
The level of lust between the two lovers was rising dramatically. 

But they both knew they had to keep their actions as quiet as possible so as not 
to attract attention in this public place. 

It was a good thing the soundtrack of the movie was loud enough to drown out 
their little whimperings, sighs and the heavy breathing now coming from their 
noses as his strong lips sealed to her feminine lips.

The old man Jalal broke the mouth-kiss suddenly and began kissing the hollow 
of the Meena‘s neck, brushing the hair away with his face. 

He licked, nipped at the soft skin, feeling the goose bumps rise on the surface. 
Her move was having the desired effect on her. 

Jalal breathed in Meena's perfume, now combined with a slight odor of sweat. 
He moved his mouth up to Meena's ear and breathed hotly into it, nipping 
lightly on the woman's earlobe. 

Meena had to suppress the urge to groan, she was particularly stimulated by 
these love-bites and the hot, moist breath from him. 
Then Jalal whispered the words into Meena's warm ear...
"I want you, Meena...I've wanted you since I first saw you…you're so hot...I've 
wanted to kiss you all time...always wanted to touch you...you are so sexy...
and I want to be your man, baby...and I know you want me, baby...oh, 
baby...mmmmmmmm."

With that, Jalal took one final lick at Meena's ear and withdrew her face, looking 
into her moist eyes. 

Meena gazed deeply into Jalal's. 
She knew it was mutual but wrong, knew it was the beginning of a passionate 
affair they must have. 

And it all was starting now in the back of a movie theatre.

Jalal moved her hand to cup Meena's chin, caress her lower lip with his thumb, 
shifting his eyes to Meena’s perfect and feminine lips and mouth. 

He slowly drew Meena's face closer, their lips almost touching, mouths slightly 
contorted in a quivering sneer of passion. 

Almost touching. So close. They could smell of each other's breath, coming in 
rasps of passion, sharing the intimate warmth washing over their faces. 

Meena‘s lips parted slightly, sensing the electricity of the his mouth near hers. 

Finally, as Jalal continued to draw her face near, his tongue contacted those 
sweet lips again. 

There was a feeling of passionate, intimate romance between them
making out in the dark theatre.

As they kissed, Jalal ran her hand from Meena’s face to the back of her head, 
then caressingly along her arm, down to her lap and finally on her thigh. 
Reflexively, Meena's thighs parted. 

Their lips continued to undulate against one another, cheeks bulging with the 
slick tongue-play inside. 

But there was something more that Jalal wanted to taste. 

He slid her hand under the skirt, running it splayed along Meena‘s thighs. 

Jalal could feel the cunt heat that had trickled between her legs. 
He scratched the inside of Meena's thigh with his fingernails.

Finally, his hand reached the apex of the young wife’s legs close to her panties 
covered smoothly shaved cunt. 

As they continued their lip-lock, and Meena further was stimulated, Jalal ran 
her fingers along the front of her panties. 

It was drenched with cunt fluid, the material almost drawn in between the labia.
 All of the sex-play between them had caused her cunt to become engorged, 
and wet. 

Jalal could now feel the intimate results of their mutual manipulations.

He curled her fingers behind the slick material, wanted to move it aside and slide 
fingers into the entrance of the swollen cunt-folds.

This was too much for Meena, even in that state. 
Even so extreme excited and under alcohol effect. 

She reacted quickly and held Jalal's active hand tightly with her right hand and 
whispered in his ear, "No... no... not yet... please not Jalal, it's too much, we 
can't go that far..."

Jalal kissed her lips briefly and said," Okay Meena, as you wish..." , then he pulled his 
hand back and grabbed Meena's right hand and placed it back on his covered cock 
again and then went back and tried his activity over her panties one time more.

Meena immediately started caressing his hard rod again and whispered, "Thank you 
Jalal, later, may be...".

As Jalal's hand landed on her pussy again, he could clearly feel the moisture on 
her panties. 

When he started to stroke her again and especially to work on her 
clit, this abrupt stimulation caused Meena’s cunt muscles spasmodically
contracted. 

She moaned directly into Jalal's mouth and her own hands jerked suddenly. 
This was too much in public! 

She was rapidly approaching orgasm asthe old Jalal Noori was playing with her
in the back of the movie theatre. 

She was afraid she'd lose control and cry out when she came! 

While her mind was rapidly becoming enveloped with sheer pleasure, a small 
window of caution opened. 

To be continued...

[Salir]

This story continues as it should...

Nobody is obliged to read it or to like it...

Just like the author or authors are not obliged to show 
consideration to those who do not (or can not) pay attention 
to quality but only see quantity...

Salir

[RCF]

Man, why do you people always come here and read for free then ask these kind of silly questions..You can read the story when its posted and how its posted. Making these kind of statements shows how you guys do not understand what it takes for some one to write and post a story. We cannot bring their time and effort back but at least be respectful and mindful that you are getting a free story to read and entertainment.

[RCF]

Well our choice is for you to shut up and read or leave this thread. I have reported you to admin.

[Salir]

Man, why do you people always come here and read for free then ask these kind of silly questions..You can read the story when its posted and how its posted. Making these kind of statements shows how you guys do not understand what it takes for some one to write and post a story. We cannot bring their time and effort back but at least be respectful and mindful that you are getting a free story to read and entertainment.

Thank you my friend for understanding.
The last parts are not from me, Salir, but my wife is writing them and she wants it to appear as it is now.
There will be another (short) episode soon, today or tomorrow...

I am happy and appreciate the opinions of readers who understand what this means and how much time it takes...
They should also get their patience's worth...

Enjoy,