I am going to narrate in HindiYe baat tab suru hui jab mere pados me ek bhabhi rene k liye aai ekdum dud jesi gori pheli baar dekte hi koi b divana ho...jaye dill karta h kaval dekne ka bus ,dekte hi dekte jao new new shift hone k karan vo ekdum akele the husband and wife.Husband sube office jata or 6 baje vapas aata din bhar bahbhi bor ho jati to mere ghar pe meri mummy se baate karne aa jaya karti or me bus dusre room se betke dekta reta vo b kabi kabi muje dekti or fir ek smile deke bato me. Your head tips back as you suck in a fast breath before I hear you say holy fuck. Gods. Babe if you keep that up… and you trail off. Getting what your saying I pull my mouth off of you. Placing a small kiss on your super sensitive head. I crawl back up and sit right above where my mouth just was. You cup my ass again, squeezing it before your hands trail up under your tee shirt. You softly grab onto my waist and look me in the eyes. I just nod and you grab the end of the shirt and help me pull. "Do you play?" I ask, nodding to an empty pool table."Only in bars. And you?" Only with beautiful women." Well, tell me if you find one." She laughs grabbing a cue from the wall rack."I think I have." I say as I rack the balls. "Ladies first." Ah a gentleman. And does the gentleman have a name?" Max." I say reaching out to shake her hand. Deciding to play I bow over her hand and kiss it. When I look up she is laughing and I ask, "And may I have the honor of your name?" Emma. So are you always a. Me, too. Uncle Stone Clawed and everyone else, also”.By “Uncle Stone Clawed” she referred to the white skinned, white haired beast in human form, apparently figuring the identity of the big fellow as a Stone Clawed Bear from the Stone Clawed Bear clan of Ercas Mir.“Shhh, the Elite prisoner speaking”. The man, who was two meters and forty centimeters tall, granted.The Elite prisoner, naming himself “Mr. Sawbones”, a fourth level Martial Mortal, ordered the eighty seven second realm cultivators.