Below a big couch, on top my main love-nest.Ballet had been her main hobby for a dozen yearswhen I met her. Second one was ballroom dancing.Her lady t...acher was very good and experienced but already eighty years old. So only a few classes a week.Hence my blonde beauty practised a lot at home.By lack of a barre and mirror, my bed offered her a grip.And she asked me to be her mirror to check her position.To be able to do well on tip-toe, daily practiseis essential, as you and only a few know and. He taps something unseen in his hand as he speaks." Now don't take anyof this too personal. I just want to show just exactly where we stand,that I'm not fucking around here, and that things can always get worse."The man brings what he's holding into his sight and he recognizes itimmediately as a "hot shot" cattle prod. He shakes his head no, thenscrews his eyes shut and squeals as it's placed on his cheek, but theshock doesn't come. The prod is removed from his cheek and the manbegins to circle. Beri linda hodudre artha aagola modalane part hodi amele ee part na hodi thumba ista aagvodu nimgalige.Naanu belige heddu avala message ge wait maadtha idde hogli naane ondu message maadirona antha heli Good Morning antha wish maadide yeste othu adru nan msg nodirlilla avalu amele 10’o clock aage nodidlu aadru rply madirlilla nange swalpa bejaragtittu nodudru reply madilvalla antha amele naane phn madde avaga receive madudlu.A: hello N: helloA: yen madthidiya yake msg reply madillaN: illa sumne. "Sorry!" I whispered, and lipped her neck. "That was the hard part. Let me know when..."She sniffled and nodded and clutched me to her; in a bit, one hand slid below my ass, gently coaxing, and I applied some pressure to drive forward slowly into her, allowing her to tell me how far with that hand on my ass. First, she relaxed, slowly, then she tightened up again -- but it was a different urgency. As I drifted into her for the sixth or seventh time, she let me know it was time to move on and.