Me: i don’t know mother but i want you.Mom: how can i do……I hugged her from behind and rubbing her vagina area roughly over her saree. She was ...aying leave me rita pls this is wrong. But i started pressing her boobs and rubbing her pussy one after other she was moaning lightly. I lifted her saree from behind till her hip area and pulled her panty down and now rubbing her naked pussy it was bit hairs. She was so hot lady her pussy was dripping with juices for just rubbing her.She said rita i. Warned Dora. Using Dora and her drones to track the guard, Michael and Hannah exited the building and stunned her when she turned her back. They dragged the unconscious guard back into the building, and the gray interdiction field for the preplanned extraction cut the conference off from the outside world.Queen Lestrange was beside herself when the word of the pickup arrived. Two thirds of her group was gone, and she had no idea if their kidnapping attempt had started, or if they would be. She's addicted to her iPhone." Okay, give me a minute." I took my phone out of my pocket and looked up the number Harold had given me. I was quietly kicking myself for not following up sooner once I learned who John Johnson really was.I pressed in the number and waited at the call went through. It rang several times before it was picked up and I handed the phone to Sally."Mother? Is that you? Are you all right?"Pause"You don't sound right. What's wrong?"Pause"Is John there?"Pause"When is he. The apartment was almost in the middle of the little town, so neither the road or the beach were deserted. Cindy had been surprised to see that some of the people on Crete, especially the younger men, were obviously African immigrants. Two such men were sitting at a table on a patio, right across the street one story below her, having drinks with two, rather mature, blonde haired, blue eyed, obviously nordic women. The realization that the two African men were wearing skimpy, speedo style.