In and please comment me on my story if u like or dislike my story1 baar main aur mera dost Farooq.study kar rahey they mere ghar par...main padai me ...amesha usse aage rehta tha aur hamesha mujhse hi padta tha to 1 din mohan mujhse kehne laga ki yaar tu sab cheej me ustad hai padai me to bahut hi accha hai aur padai me meri help bhi karta hai yaar tu mera 1 kaam karega kya maine usse pucha ki kya kaam hai..to usne kaha ki yaar tu raziya ko bhi help kar de padai me .raziya jo uski choti behan ka. Her pulse beat like a heavy drum in her ears. She watched the dildo push its way in again, this time the whole head made its way inside her. “Aaaahhhhhhh. It’s too … much. I don’t want to … squirt from down there … again.”“Oh, you had the downstairs flood?” Eloise felt the resistance in the poor woman’s vagina and stopped her pushing, letting the round head of the thing sit in its new snug home. “Some women spend a lifetime without knowing that pleasure. You’re a lucky one.” She looked up into. The woman sighs in exhaustion as she heads down the dimly lit street and back home.Joyce was tired after a long day of waiting tables at the diner, but she knew better than to lower her guard when walking the streets of Circovia at night. She passes under a neon sign for another sleazy nightclub and several scantily-clad women staying dry under the building’s overhang scowl as she walks by. The rain is nearly deafening and is easily soaking through her worn-down shoes. Joyce crosses the street. There were a lot mirrors and extra lighting. Gillian was asked tostrip off. Pat did not appear in any way surprised when Gillian removedthe girdle to reveal the CB. "We see plenty of those. Good idea really tokeep things under control!" As Mary had anticipated priority was given toestablishing a basic feminine body shape. A panty corselet was eventuallychosen with nicely weighted breast forms and some modest hip padding.Gillian said it seemed much more comfortable than the girdle she had.