Not sipping wine reluctantly – that’s never a problem for me, you understand – just having to close my book. Could be worse, I reasoned, it’s ...ot as though either of them were terribly hard on the eyes. The question actually made them laugh more. “No,” Christian giggled, “Ben and I like to fuck the same girls!” Again I silently deplored the decline in morals in public speaking. When did it become okay to speak like that with strangers? Did I miss a memo? Something of my feelings must have. “Is that any better?” I asked.She nodded. We were silent for long seconds, and she finally commented: “It doesn’t just suck. It’s really sort of a ... um ... suck suck suck. Know what I mean?”“Yes,” I commented, nodding. “It’s modulating pressure. It’s mimicking the sucking of a baby.”She kept staring at it, and slowly, a sort of dreamy smile formed on her lips. I had her switch it off, then made her fit it to her other breast and start it again, making sure she understood the process. Phir sony k ly jany lagy to hug kea,ak dosry ko.Mom ke friend phly mom ko phir mujhy.Mom ke friend k boobs kia kamal k thy,bht maza aya jb usny mujhy galy mili.Mny smile pass ke aur chaly gay apny apny room, m aur mom ak room m a gay,mom ny kaha m shower ly k I,mom room m akhla tha,mom shower lany gai to mom ke friend a gai,kaha ksy laga apko mry ghr a k m kaha je bht acha, usny bht hesitate ho k kaha ap bura na mny to ak bat kahna chahti hounM kaha je kia bat kahni ha,ap apni wife ko nae btana. She turned back to the computer and I could see the look of doubt on her face. “These ones?” “Yep.” “This is gonna hurt.” “If it’s unbearable don’t leave them there. Or are you going to reject my dare?” All of a sudden there was a look of steely defiance on her face. She looked down at the clips. She looked at her nipples. She looked up at the screen with a look that clearly said “Bastard”. She took one of the clips and opened it, she slowly released the pressure off the clip as it.