His eyes had closed instinctively but then he opened them slowly, searching for the surface. His hands wobbled uncertainly, before a small primal fear...of running out of air urged him to swim upwards, towards what seemed to be a faint source of light.Within moments his head was clear of the water. He exhaled momentarily, then breathed in gasps until he could return to breathing normally once more. An outstretched hand seemed to be offering to help him out of the water. As soon as he realized it. 70 lacs thi 2 saal dubai me rehne k bad jab main wahan se aya to mere a/c me 60 lacs ₹ the,Jab ghar achanak se pahuncha to mujhe dekh kar bua khushi se pagal ho gai mujhe gale laga kr rone lagi khushi ke mare naukron se sweet lane ko boli, maine puchha zareen kahan hai to woh bolin ke apni friends sath shopping karne gai hai, maine kaha usko batana mat ke main aa gaya hun unho ne kaha theek hai 2 hour bad bua ne kaha main pados me sweets de kar ati hun main bola ok fine, unke jane ke 30 min bad. ”“Oh my god, that’s wonderful! When do you want to get married, sooner or later?”“I first need to put this ring on your finger, (I took her hand and did so) then we have at least three days of making love so that the next time we see your brother you are pregnant, how’s that sound?”“Whip it out, Jeff!”A chronicle, by definition, is a record of events, a history. Instead of a history of our past, we were about to start a record of our future.We had so much sex the next three days, it was. A smile said it all as she pulled my zipper down and released my hardening cock. She made little work of taking it to her lips and laving her tongue over the swollen mass of velvet flesh as I groaned quietly to avoid unsuspecting ears from hearing what was going on behind the closed and locked door. I held her hair away from her face as she sucked me in and gasped at my girth once again. She was a trooper at giving head though and managed to take over half and suck me viciously with a tongue.