Uska nipple jo pink colour ka tha wo erect ho gaya tha.mai us pagal kar raha tha.wo apni kamar ka hissa jor jor se patak rhai thi.20 min tak mai uske ...reast se khela.phir usse kiss ki.apni tounge uske muh mai dal di.aur kafi der tak usse kiss karta raha.jaise hi kiss karke hu mai uske pet par chat ne laga.Aur phir maine uski shorts bhi utar di aur dekha to usne andar kuch nahi phena tha.uski kuwari chut badi hi mast lag rahi thi.maine uski chut ko sungha ek bhini si khushboo aa rahi thi.phir. Aura sat watching the flames dance before her, her forearms resting upon her knees with her chin resting upon her forearms. This time, she wore no sandals, only the dark-green bikini and the faded white Lara Croft t-shirt she so loved… and, certainly, the belly chain hidden from my view by the t-shirt. The small portable radio was beside her in the sand, a slow violin solo playing softly on the classical station. The expression on Aura’s face was one of sadness, an expression I never liked to. Kajal 25 saal ki thi uske boobs kuch 32 ke hoke kamar se 30 aur hips 36 hoge, raat me wo mere baaju walu chaarpaai pe so rhi thi, thodi der baad wo so gayi mai soch rha tha ki kya karu nind mai kajal ke badan ko hath lagau ya nhi wo jag gayi to kya agr usse pata chal pata chal gya.To mujhe kuch smjh nhi aa rha tha ek ghante ke baad mai apna hath kajal ki taraf kiya uske chadar ke upper se hi ghutne pe rakha unhone kch react nhi kiya fir mai apa hath dhire dhire uppar le jane laga unki jangho ki. Burrows?’ ‘No sir, it taint. Don’t rightly have a home. I just sorta move around as the wind blows me.’ ‘And why did you ‘blow’ into Portland?’ ‘Well sir, I led a wagon train up here to the Willamette Valley. Back in ’62 it was and I just never went back south,’ Burrows answered. ‘And you’ve been here in Portland since then?’ ‘No sir, just got back to Portland last week.’ ‘What have you been doing since the wagon train Mr. Burrows? Tell me the story and don’t make me keep asking questions.