Aur na main tumhe aise kunwara dekh sakta hoon aur na dharm sankat mein daalna chahta hoon. Isliye aaj se mein tumhara doosra pati hoon, jo tumhare sh...rir ki har jarurat ko poora karega. Chandrika, “Par vikram….”. Main chandrika ki tango ko failate hue bola, ” koi par nahi.. Aaj humarin suhag raat hai…Ab mujhe mat roko”. Chandrika apne legs ko failate hue muskura kar boli, “Suhag raat nahi din patidev”. Main, “Jo bhi hai… Ab mujhe control nahi ho raha.. Mujhe bas ab apni biwi ko chodna haii.”.. Lisa Dutille, one of his classmates, was on her knees on his father’s bed and his dad was kneeling behind her, driving his cock into the teenager. Carol Conklin, the cheerleading coach and women’s gym teacher, lay in front of both of them. Lisa’s head was buried between Carol’s legs. The female teacher woman was moaning with joy, and it was those moans Rick had heard. Shocked, the young man stood there trembling, watching the three people on the bed writhe to a loud, active orgasm, then. "Ah," she thought to herself. "It's one thing to have the dry geographic knowledge, to know that Judah's cathedral has its solar noon 8:25 hours earlier than the capital's. It's another matter entirely to expect a date change three hours after sunrise! I wonder if phrases like tomorrow and later today might have different meanings here."Eliana rose from the bed and checked her communications log before her shower. She was very surprised to see that her scheduled orders to report in had been. Has she lost her mind?Dylan: I don't know, she's your wife.Matt: Have you spoken to your wife about it?Dylan: Oh, yeah . . . She called me.Matt: What did she say?Dylan: We're going.Matt: WHAT!Dylan: I said . . .Matt: Hold on, Dylan, I'm getting a text.After a few seconds to read the text, Matt was back on the phone.Matt: It was from Grant. I guess his wife called him, too.Dylan: So what are we going to do?Matt: Are you free for lunch?Dylan: Let me see . . . Yeah. Why?Matt: Call Brad. I'll call.