Bhavna ne kha nahi bhaiye mujhe sharm ate hai maine kha pagle ye bhi to biki ke saise hai isem kya sarmanaWaise bhi tere sharm ka hi to ilaj karna hai.....Thodi der sochne ke baad wo bra phan ke aai.Gor gor badan pe black bra mera dimag kharab kar rahi teh.Main pagal ho raha tha..Wo sharma rahi the.Maine uske bra ke bhane se uske chuchiyo ko chuva mujhe bahut acha laga maine kha tere to chuchiya kafi badi hi.Maine socha tha ki tere chuchiyo ka size 28 ho ga but tere to 34 hai..Chal ab mujhe de de. *kisses your lips in 2 short kisses then slowly bends her knees, slidingdown your body, caressing her cheek and lips over your chest, through your shirt, stopping when she's kneeling in front of you* *moans* Baby, I wish I really was kneeling in front of you right now. *slips her fingertips inside the waistband of your shorts, tugging themslowly over your hips, running her fingers inside the waistband to the front, lifting it away from your body, slowly lowering it, letting only the tips of her. Uske sir ke kuchh bal toot kar meri mutthi me rah gaye magar uska sir nahi hila. Usne mere gale par apne tapte honth rakh diye. Samne Mukul Rum ki bottle bar bar apne honthon se chhuata hua. Peechhe ki seat par chal rahi jor ajmaish ko dekhte huye muskura raha tha. Maine use dhakelne ki koshish ki magar who mere badan se aur jor se chipak gaya. Usne mere badan se lipte chadar ke andar apne hathon ko dalne ki koshish ki magar uske hath chadar ka chhor dhoondh nahi pa rahe the. Usne jhunjhla kar. It was Lassa Fever, which had already murdered some twenty-eight people, Sudanese tribesman in this no-name village in the middle of nowhere. Cory was going to be twenty-nine if I didn't do something."Hey guys..." Simon was unzipping the tent. Dr. Simon Welling, a virologist from England."Don't come in!" I screamed. "Quarantine this tent! I need plasma, two liters right now. I want the T-Cells, give me some, uh ... Fuck! Just bring that and water, ice ... I need sample kits and..." Jen? What is.