. . Ufffff…. . . . .Ohh. . . . . . Maja agaya ahh. . . . . Aur jor se chooso me aur jor jor se uske boobs chusne laga kabhi ek kabhi dusra kafi der ...ad maine apna lund uske muh ke taraf badhaya aur uske me dene laga phle to usne gardan idhar udhar ki leken uske baad usne mera lund apne muh me lekar chusne lagi aur 15 min tak chusti rahifir maine uske muh se apna lund nikala aur uske hoth chusta hua uski chut me ungli dalni shuru kari , wo tilmila uthi aur khene lagi aur bardash nahi ho raha. But there was no answer. So he was probably still at work.When we got home we went inside and I asked Blake what he would like for supper.He smiled and said, "Pussy! I just watched an orgy and I want some of that pussy that you were so generous with tonight."It hadn't even occurred to me that he hadn't taken a turn. He had only watched.Oh well, it was too late to eat anyway. I took his hand and led him upstairs. As we climbed the stairs I was unbuttoning my dress and he was unbuttoning his. She gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek "let me make a few phone calls, sweetie, then we'll get you all settled." Elizabeth just wanted to lay down and be left alone, she hurt so bad, just getting home had seemed like such an effort. She knew she had been lucky, she could of been hurt a lot worse. She had lots of cuts and bruises, a broken left wrist, several broken ribs, a bruise that ran from above her left knee to her hip, the impact had thrown her against the windshield of the car then she. He jotted many notes down on a sheet of plain white paper.There was surprisingly little negotiation. The consortium wanted the diamonds, and Waylon wanted the money."Euros or dollars?" asked Mr. Patel.A lot in Waylon's life had changed, and was still changing, but greenbacks would always be acceptable. The sale was completed with a minimum amount of fuss. Waylon was once again a rich man, both technically and practically.Mr. Patel looked pleased. "Mr. Eckermann, a question if I may?" Yes?".