So I get on the internet, look up recipes for mayonnaise and what do you know ... I can do it.It is a lazy day. Jake is reading this really weird book...he found on the shelves. It is called Trout Fishing in America, but I gather it has nothing to do with trout or with fishing. Jake says it is proof that some 'cool dude' was in this house decades ago as the book has been out of print for a long time. He is laughing as he reads so I guess I will have to read it. He even says there is a tie in. .merii to haalat hi kharab ho.Gai maine sheena ki taraf dekha to uski bhi halat kharab ho chuki thi maine usse poocha kyahua to usne mujhse bola raj i love youcmain usse aisi bat sunkar hakbaka reh gaya..mera to us par usi din il aa gaya tha c.khair maine usko gale laga lia aur se smooch karne laga imran hashmi style mainc.aur pata nahi kya hua ki mere hath apna aap uske boobs par pahunch gaye,uske soft bobs ka anubhav cc.kya gazab tha ki kbhi exlain nahikar sakte u know bobs ki softness. EMMA Oh fuck Thomas. I need you inside me. Please. Her fingers don't slow down. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel you cum inside it. Thomas exhales. He picks up the bottle of rum from the counter then heads over to his desk and lights a cigarette. Emma senses him moving towards her and assumes a doggystyle position. She takes her hand from her ass and holds herself up. Her other hand has slowed, rubbing long circles around her clit. EMMA Fill my ass, please. I'm so fucking close. Thomas sits. I needed patience. This was more than I had ever asked for. I was taking my own time to strip her, relishing the sight of her voluptuous body revealing itself slowly as one garment after another disappeared. I pulled the string of her petticoat and it fell to her feet. She had very fat thighs and legs, almost pillars. They converged to the intersection where beneath her panties lay the bushy piece of marvel. Her legs were smooth and relatively paler than the rest of her body. She had massive.