Then Melissa strolled into the villa and picked up the nearest phone. She dialled.“Madame Boite?”“Oui?”“It’s Mrs. Osman... ”“Ah... goo... afternoon, Mrs. Osman. Can I help you?”“Send something similar.”“A pleasure madame. I have a young Italian you might enjoy.”“I leave the choice to you, Madame Boite.”“Thank you, Mrs. Osman. What time?”“In about an hour... ”“Eh bien, Madame.”Melissa replaced the receiver and made her way to her apartment. There she removed her flimsy dress and stood naked.... Friends is bar mera kissa tha (bachcha kis ka pati ka ya sasur ka ) agli bar ki tarha is bar bhi mujhe kai e_mail aaye or mujhe khusi hai k mujhe aap log apna samjh ne lage he or apni privet bate mujhe batate ho magar is bar mere is kisse(case) ko kuchh logo ne pasand kiya or kuchh logo ne apna gussa bhi likh bheja par aap ko bata du k ye koi mann ghadat bat ya banddal baj kahani nahi thi ye ek kadvi or sarmnak sachchyi thi ye e-mail mujhe kalod me rahene wale ek aadmi ne bheja tha uska nam nhi. It was that Debbie girl, the one with the blonde hair and big boobs. She went up to Paul and threw herself into Paul's arms. His hands grabbed Debbie by the butt cheeks and they embraced. Rose was going to go back inside but for some reason stood there frozen as they necked passionately.Rose found herself actually feeling jealous as Paul and Debbie went at it. His hand were all over her, reaching under her blouse and groping those massive breasts. Rose wished she could see better, because the. I was on all fours waiting in the kitchen with my tits touching the tile next to the other girls. This is how we’d been getting our enemas lately.“Oh my!” Kiwi looked down at me by his feet with pity on his face. My Mom told me to explain why we were getting an enema.“We are full of shit, Sir both figuratively and literally. We receive enemas every day to keep our asses empty so that when we are inspected your fingers aren’t made dirty,” I said. That was the official explanation as I had.