Ok, repeat it," she said.Paul repeated the number."Got it. Now remember the photo of you first," she said."Ok, see you later. Bye," he said."Bye!" cam... the reply.He put down his phone and went downstairs for a drink. He then returned tohis room to do some homework before heading for the shower.Taking Kelly's earlier advice, he found a bottle of conditioner that hismom used and added some to his hair after shampooing it."Blimey, I'm going to need the hairdryer soon," he said as he dried hishair. Pussy gili hone ke karan ye asani se andar chali gai. Main ab unhe finger fuck karne laga. Ek hath abhi bhi mera unke boobs ke sath khel raha tha. Kabhi vo unhe dabata to kabhi unki choochiyo, nipples ke sath cherkhaniya karta. Chachi ji ab poori trah se pagal ho gai thi. Ab meri finger fucking tej ho gai thi. Unki pussy kafi garam ho gai thi. Unki tadap badti hi ja rahe thi. Main samjh gaya ki chachi ji ab jharne vali hai. Maine ab apni teen fingers unki choot me dal di. Kuch hi der me chachi. “Make mine a double, Love.” Dana commanded.I looked over the contents of the bar, and with the wife wishing for something strong, I scrounged up the components for Long Island Iced Tea. In the large cocktail shaker I tossed in the ice, added generous amounts of gin, vodka, and Tequila. We seemed to be running low on the Triple Sec, but I made up for it a bit with the lemon juice, and rum. It was the syrup I found we were missing completely, but I figured an extra splash of Coke would have to. For a moment, she stood still and silent with her eyes closed trying to regain her composure. The sounds of a mouth hungrily feasting on spousal man-meat accompanied by his appreciative grunts and encouraging words echoing in her ears. Carefully she cut two slices of lemon, added them to the drinks, picked up the glasses and retraced her steps back to the front room. Despite her downcast eyes, she couldn't avoid noticing her husband's fingers entwined amongst the blonde tresses as they bobbed.