" It's a new government program, designed to reduce bureaucratic inefficiency as a result of the Hmmhmm-Frmmhmmhmm Act," I said as she let me into the...house."Whatever," she said as I followed her back toward the kitchen of her cheap, untidy apartment.Her place, and its occupant, were perfect examples of Jerry Springer America--the apartment dominated by a TV, food plates sitting straight on the roughly upholstered couch, beer cans and one of the Left Behind novels visible just under it. While. . Ekkdaam masstt marr abhii pure jor see daal haaa haaa haa aaaaa… Eeeekmaaa maaattt” mrs sodi kehti hai“Haaaa merii raandiii anjalii bhaabhii teerrrri chuutt to badii massttt haai maaazaaa aaa raha haii teeeriii marrr ne meeeee.. Haaaa lee aur lee jab taak tu nahii thakeegii tab taak maruungaaa teeriii..” mr sodi kehta hai” meneee kab rokaa haii bhideee me too kabsee teree landdd koo lene ke liyeee tadap rahii huu roo sapnee mee tuzsee hij chuddwaatii huu .. Ahaahhaaa hahahahaha. Mmm merrri. She is hairy but nicely trimmed. Her labia fleshy and pouting. The pink bud of her clitoris just visible above the folds. I look up and Peter is standing in the doorway of the bedroom, naked and stroking his cock. He approaches and slips the glans between my lips. I start to suck him off as he reaches down and fingers the wet gaping cunt of his wife.He slips out of my mouth and thrusts his cock up her eager cunt. Gaynor gasps and she starts to cum, crying out oh you filthy bastard, fuck me. "Thank you," he said, sitting down beside her on the couch and taking the second mouthpiece from her and inhaling himself.The cool smoke had a curiously calming effect. He found himself smiling as easily as Victoria was. He looked at her as she smiled back at him. "This isn't tobacco is it?" he said."Partly," Victoria grinned mischievously. "and partly hunashif. It is a traditional herb, burnt in the halls of the seragla, the harems, to sooth and relax the man's wives and concubines." Who needs.