Other hands ran gently over my face, tracing the contour of my cheek and jaw. My nose itched. I needed to scratch my nose. I was on top of Zoe, pumpin... into her, feeling the heat rise from her chest, watching her blonde hair blow in the breeze. My hand reached up and scratched my nose. The sun was in my eyes. Slowly I began to wake.Zoe’s face was poking over the edge, grinning at me from her bed beside and above me. Her eye lashes fluttered, her big doe eyes greeting me warmly. Her blonde hair. I: sale usko randi samza hai kya. and mai kya uska dalal hu?Waiter: maaf karo sir par wo hai hi maal aisa.Maine bola sirf dikhata hu fukat me chal.We went there I removed sheet till her waist. Her complete bare back was seen. His hard cock can be seen in his filthy trouser. He was just looking at her he said “sir sur dikhao na”. I reveal her ass. He said “ah kya gand hai madarchod marne me maja aayega.”I: kya bol raha be. Ho gaya na ab chal nikal.Waiter: sir boobe dikhao na.I: sale bahut kuch. She was glad that Phil had already named their Black Lab Touchdown, otherwise that name may have been considered by him as a potential name for their son. Once he had decided on a name, he was just as opposed to entertaining other selections as he was to having her mother come for an extended visit to help out with the new baby once it was born. She was relieved that he had left her to name the girls, Allison and Melissa, otherwise he may have named them Bella and Chick, after Coach Belichick. "For real? I'm so jealous. Was she hot?"I turned back around, my package still bulging but now at least covered by fabric. "I wouldn't have fucked her if she wasn't hot, asshole." I grinned. Zack and I had become good friends in a short time and had the easy banter of guys that had been friends for years. Zack was cute. Brown wavy hair that had gotten a little shaggy since the start of school, an easy smile, and a slim but defined body. He was a little shorter than me. He wasn't very.