Kher nasreen sy anti robina nay mazak sy punjabi may pocha suna hun aram aya ..hahahhah or nasreen sy nay aagy sy kaha zalil kamini meri phudi di chat...i ban gai way satya naas ho giya way mery phudi da or sath may us nay kaha k wesy lun hy kamal da …kher itnay may nasreen uthi or bathroom may jany k liye kapry pehnny lagi or may abhi tak nanga late hoa tha is time raat k 12:45 ka time ho raha tha.Kuch dare baad anti robina uthi or mery liye garam garam dood ka glass lay k ai or sath 1 apply. Those golden globes bobbed up and down and to the side, every once in a while revealing that her waist was deceptively tiny. Her proportions were almost comical in their contrast and she looked more like a cartoonist's representation than she did a real woman ... like some teenage boy really talented at photoshop had taken a picture of a pretty Mexican Milf with big boobs and nice hourglass figure and allowed his raging hormones to drive him to manipulate the picture into his ideal fuck toy .... ‘Can I take a photograph?’Suddenly, Claudia was jerked out of her trance-likestate. She wanted to shout ‘No way,’ but, for some reason,she couldn’t speak.Then she heard Elliott reply, ‘Yes, of course.’She wanted to scream at him, but she was reluctant toabandon this feeling of peace and calm. After all, therewas nothing she could to do stop him. She was tied up,helpless. She had to go with the flow. So she let go.When, finally, an hour or so later, the ropes wereremoved, one by one, she felt so. Two hours later, the finalists were readying themselves for the cross-bow competition, which is the end of the of the tournament. Lord Hawksworth took his place, as he is to begin the fist. He let loose his arrow, narrowly missing the center. Maeve, then took her turn. She aimed, fired. The arrow hit dead center. Lord Hawksworth, then took his second shot. He let loose the arrow, it hit dead center this time. Maeve needs one other perfect aim, and she wins the competition. Maeve took careful.