.ab hum frnkly milte the dopahar ko jyada time me uske shop pehi bitane laaga.Ak din dopahar ko koi nahi tha aaspas toh mene uske neck pe ak kiss ki a...r woh kuch nhi boli me age badha aur uski chin pe kiss ki bhir bhi kuch nhi boli aur halki halki siskariya bharne lagi ..ab time tha uske lips ko kiss karne ka…kya lips the yar so juicy jese aam chus rahe ho asa teast aa rha tha..woh bhi sath de rahi thi..mera ak hath uske boobs pe tha me thire thire usse daba raha tha aur woh dhire dhire siskiya. But what would she say? How could she possibly overcome the fierce jealousy and abandonment that Rina felt? Should she just apologize and say she didn't want it to end the way it had, without at least being able to tell Rina how much she felt for her?Just going over these thoughts made her heart yearn, and flutter with pain. She might not even see me, she thought. And if she does, will I be able to take the things she might say to me?But she knew she had to try. She thought of Rina constantly.. Moreover, two women he had used and the other two were his sisters, and all four knew both those facts.Menar and Yenta, his half-sisters, were both apprehensive and excited because they knew that he had decided to marry them off and out of his harem. Perhaps the purpose of this odd ceremony was to impart some information as to their new husbands' identities?The dishes were many and varied; of course, David recognised hummus, but asked for the head of the kitchen staff to brought out to speak to. Breathing heavily she stood up and started passionately kissing me; our tongues twirling in each other’s mouth. Grabbing my erect tool, she pulled me further into the room, stopping at the bed.“There’s something I must show you before we go any further and I hope you aren’t disappointed.”Grabbing her curly red hair, she removed a wig, displaying a practically bald head with just a few wisps of blondish, silver hair…she was a cancer survivor...or patient; I wasn’t sure which and I wasn’t going.