30 of night he hugged her tightly on the road itself and said that in the name of her he has masterbated three time that day…“ beti, aaj tere naam...par teen baar pani nikaal chuka Hun aur socha thaa ghar Jakar apni jawan bahu ko chodunga…beti wo tere jaisee nahi lekin bahut pyar se chudwati hai…”While he said so Aashu undressed fully outside the shop itself and threw clothes to husband. Who collected and kept inside car. Master opened shutter and all three entered room. He again pull down. Great quality Moroccan hash, the best in the world.As he inhaled deeply and held his breath he thought of what he had just overheard. Wasn’t it incredible how ignorant people were nowadays? Not just his parents, but almost everybody. In the days of Dylan and Pink Floyd, people were really getting it. They understood that life wasn’t about money, status and fashion. Sure, now there was a yoga movement which also pretended to be above those things, but what did these yoga women really understand?. We had to come here at least twice a month to check on the stock held here and look at new ranges. We were the middlemen, supplying big department stores all over the UK and Europe, nothing moved without our knowledge. And yet you would never find us on the fashion pages, that was reserved for the glamor models, designers and sellers, we were the go betweens, we just took the money and moved the stock. In some ways it was almost passionless to move ten thousand units, read edible G strings from. "Not bad for a k**" With that she got down on her knees and stroked my cock into her mouth and started sucking. She bobbed up and down slowly at first groaning as she took me in and down her throat. It was an incredible feat, she just inhaled my cock like a seasoned professional!As she gulped on my cock I just hung on for dear life and enjoyed the ride! "Beautiful cock, beautiful cock she whispered. Then suddenly she stopped."Keep going" I blurted out, very surprised that she had stopped. With.