Bhai ab mare choot be khuli kar de hai 3 yah 4 fingers say guzara nahi hota mara , mare gaand main jab os nay lund thoka tha or just half he aap ki be...an ki brown colour kay chhotay say hole main gussa tha to mare jaan nikal gaye or mainy os ka lund bhair nikal diya or wo os din say naraaz ho gaya wo baat share ki . ayse koi baat ap nahi suno gay qu kay wo ghar main he shareef hain .Balkay humare he behany humaray dosto ki baatay zayda sunte hain hum say , maybe baatao say feel karte hon ge kay. They were brown tortoiseshell, with diamante inserts on thecorners. They were large, and butterfly-shaped, like a 50s secretarymight have worn. They matched her current outfit perfectly. But asElaine slipped them on him, Jason realized that his Grandma had very badvision, and he could see almost nothing but a blur through the thicklenses. He concentrated hard, screwing up his eyes, but nothing wouldcome into focus."Are you having trouble, dear? Don't worry, you'll get used to themfairly. Janie, do you want to come? I will treat you girls to dinner.” Mom said.Janie looked at me and I nodded.“Sure, Mrs. Jones, that would be fun. Let me call my Mom.” Janie answered.We were in the car in a matter of minutes. I was sitting in the front seat turned sideways talking to Janie. I hadn’t told her about my Plumber adventures yet. I was scared of what she would think of me. I looked down at my legs. They were tan and looked good coming out of my jean shorts. They were not slutty. I couldn't blame him, Candace is quite a dish. Candace walked slowly back as she carried the wine bottle. She walked around the hot tub and filled up our glasses not bothering to cover up at all. It was like we were suddenly in a nudist colony. The wine was definitely loosening up her inhibitions. We finished off our wine and returned to the house in our robes to stretch out in the living room for a while to dry off. Jason sat in the overstuffed chair opposite the corner from the couch Candace.