Humne 15 minutes tak kiss kia, fir voh mujhe god mein utha ke bed pe le aaya or waha hum let ke hug karne lage, hug karte karte vo meri tee ke upar se...mere boobs ko press karne laga. Thodi der baad usne meri tee utar di or main bra or jeans mein thi or maine bhi uski tee utar di usne uske niche kuch nai pehna tha, woh bola “yeh cheating hai, dono ke barabar kapde hone chahiye”, fir usne mera bra bhi utar dia, maine niche se puri wet ho chuki thi, ab woh mere boobs ke sath khelne laga or bite. I was all wet by now, my rod was in no mood to stay out of the pit now, it wanted the heat badly.I started to remove her undies, we were all nude by now, with precum oozing out of both my rod & her pussy.It was so slippery that she was hardly able to catch hold of my dick. I laid her on the bed & started sucking on her tits like a baby. She was going mad as she too wanted the tool to her. She started whispering my name into my ears in a seductive manner, Oh God!!! What a voice, It felt like I. ? Her own name Kari was tattooed on the uppercurve of her tiny left breast; then Lynne told her there was only one more togo.? ???? Mr. Ford had the stencil forthe last tattoo; it was her I.S.R. number 16001, to be tattooed on the areola of her right nipple. ???? ?This may sting a little,?Lynne said to her.? It?s your ISRnumber.? That is the InternationalSlavegirl Registry, that way you are less likely to be stolen.? Do you know what it means?? ???? ?No ma?am,? Kari?s answer was short.? ????. “Anne is right it was a bad joke. I need to go. I need to get home in time for Judge Judy on TV.” I said.“You are joking again, aren’t you,” Julie asked.There was a smile in my voice when I said. “When you get something actionable call me, and I’ll check it out.”“Why don’t you come to Jackson. I think we would all love to hang out with you a while. Pick your brain a little,” Julie suggested.“Well Mary Poppins as much fun as it promises to be. The boss won’t pay me to sit around telling tales.