Ab mainy bhabi ko roka or uski jenas or panty utari , bhabi ki choot ek dum clean and saf thi or wet ho choki thi mainy wha hath phirne lga bhabi ek d...m se sihar uthi or moan karne lagi. mainy bhabi kioot main ungli dali kya mast tight choot thi. ,mian bhabi ki choot main ungli kar rha tha or bhabi moan kar rahi thi aah ohh yess come babby do it fast.Ab mainy bhabi ki tange chodi ki or apni jeeb wha lga di aah kya mast taste tha mja aa gya .. main yah sab pahli bar kar rha tha ek aajeb sa taste. " She ran her fingers back down Jackie's lips one more time, then pushed slowly against the tight hole with her right index finger. Her fingertip slipped in and Jackie bit down on her lip again to keep from crying out with sheer delight. "This feel like when I've fingered myself, but different too," ran through Eileen's mind as her finger probed deeper into Jackie. Her finger felt like it was being swallowed up by hot oil as she inserted it as deeply as she could. She gave it a little. " I suppose he wouldn't mind a meal of cat food and scraps," Mark said. "I'll put a bowl of it out by that pile of old rags in the hanger. That'll make him a good place to sleep."The dog was definitely interested when Mark came out with the bowl full of table scraps and cat food, and followed along closely as Mark led him out to the hanger. He ducked under the wing of the old Cessna, found an old box of rags he used for cleaning and painting, and dumped the box in the corner to make him sort of. This is pure fiction...(c)Stephanie Walsh MMPart 2.: Love.The waves were breaking on the sandy beach, the sapphire sea stretching forever before him. A figure emerged from the sea, walking towards him. The water level dropping away from the naked body as its shadowy form approached. It was female, perfectly shaped. He ran down to the water's edge to greet the figure. As he approached, her face became visible. It was his own.Philip surfaced slowly, disorientated, she searched for a familiar.