Their reaction times would be at best slow. I walked right in and stood beside them, they looked up, noticed I was not one of their friends, but didn�...�t have a chance to act. I grabbed two empty bottles from the table and broke them on their heads as I said: “Goodnight boys.” They were out cold. I left them there, hoping they would be mistaken for having passed out from drinking too much. I heard the noise of men upstairs, they sounded like they were patrolling. I had three shots left in my dart. Leela mami : tu agdi takdine kadak bulyche jordar danke mala det aahe. Mi tar anandane wedi zale aahe tu majyawar chadhun mala zawat aahe. (khar sangu ka mami mazi pan khup iccha ahe mala pan jastit jast angashi ang. Mhanje shakya hoil tevd angashi ang ghasat sparsh karat mast zavaychi khup iccha ahe. Asach mala jast aawadt agadi manatal olakhales. Mazi aani tuzi man aani vichar sarkhech aahet khar tarach angacha sparsh jevda jast tevda anand jast aas mala vatat).Leela mami : yogesh zav mala. “I don’t bite.” She said sounding a little seductive. “I nibble a little, but it’s affectionate.” She giggled nervously.Greg smiled at that comment. “Well, I’ve got to get through security babe, I’ll see you in a few hours.” “Ok, have a safe trip, and I’ll see you.” She hung up. Greg made it through security without any problems, and was soon on the plane ready for takeoff. The flight was somewhat bumpy, and he was definitely ready to disembark when it landed. He retrieved his bag, rented. Chris dug his hands into his mother's hips, squeezing her flesh and pulling her down in rhythm to her movements. She leaned forward on him and hung onto the headboard, dangling her tits in his face. Their swinging matched her rhythm. She smelled incredible. Chris tried to breath in as much of her has he could. She smelled like the lotion he'd stolen from her on more than one occasion to jack off. Her tits hung tantalizingly close to his lips, but he couldn't catch them in his mouth as.