I promise.’ ‘Has the marriage thing we talked about last week worked itself out now?’ Ron asked delicately. I knew he was referring to my fit of...depression on my wedding night. ‘Yes! Definitely!’ I smiled. ‘That’s good. That had us worried, too,’ Allison said. I should have realized my fit of hormonal rage and self loathing would have been shared with her by Ron and, after a moment’s thought, did not mind at all. ‘You don’t have to worry. Ya know, maybe for Spring Break Brent and I should get. You'll have to tell us about it," Rachel said."Everyone buckled in?" the co-pilot asked. "One minute."Despite the full load, we got off easily. "It'll take nearly four hours. We don't want to make things bumpy. They've said there'll be three ambulances. I'm not sure which hospitals you're going to, but you'll be well-cared-for." How are your two execs?" I asked Alf."Dead. Both the dumb bastards. I told them we needed to survey the area in greater detail before diggin'. But they ordered a dozen. Tumar gud bhare dilam” (Dali I am going to cum. Pouring at your pussy & filling it fully). Dali also shouted “Dao dao aaaSab dhele dao. Gud puriye dao. Tumar mal peye amar gud dhanya hoke. Aaaa…a…oooo…eeeeeee..e.e.e.e…” (Pour Pour all & fill my pussy. Getting your cum my pussy will be pleased). I poured all filling her pussy. Dali said “Barata ekhoni ber karo na, tumar maler majata niye ni” (Don’t pull out the cock now. Let me get the enjoy of your cum). After 2-3 minutes I stood up. Gita &. She couldn't really see me so I turned the blinds a bit more. Jean spotted me and although pretending to be doing something in the garden kept looking up at me. I stood there behind the blinds for a couple of minutes gently touching my cock. I started to slowly stroke my cock and I could see Jean staring at me. After a couple of minutes I stood sideways on making sure Jean could see all of my cock and balls. I worked my foreskin up and down my stiff shaft and looked at Jean. She smiled and.