Muze janki ne aangan me khatiya dal kar bithaya aur wo boli sahab ji khane se pahale kuchh pina pasand karo ge kyon ki mera bhai jab bhi milane aata h...i wo sarab pita hai uski sarab ki bottle me kuchh sarab bachi hai agar aap chahe to le aati hun. Maine kaha chalo aap kahati ho to thodi pee leta hun. Phir wo sarab ki bottle, glass aur papad layee aur muze kaha sahab kamare me chaliye wahan thandak rahe gi aur wo apne kamare me le ja kar muze palang par bitha diya aur khud mere samane plastic ki. She sure is something special and somebody to cherish by us all.INTRODUCTIONBefore I start my stories, I want to give you some information about myself. At this moment, I live with my girlfriend and a good friend in a nice secluded house in the countryside. This gives us a lot of freedom and when the weather allows it, you can find us most of the time in the garden behind our house, without our clothes of course. Our garden can't be seen from the street and the houses of the neighbors are far. It had three settings, I found out. When I turned on to full speed and wrapped my hand around it I moaned. It felt so amazing. Sitting in the edge of the bed I began to rub it against my pussy and then my clit. I squealed as the vibrations went through my whole body. I began to push the head into my pussy and moaned. A little further and I was hooked. I moved onto the bed, laid down and pushed it all the way. It had this budge on the end and when I took it all this lump rested on my clit. “Oh. Leaving the home, she was dizzy and lightheaded, and along the sidewalk to his car her heel twisted in a crack and she fell back to avoid wrenching her ankle. He interpreted this as trying to escape and his temper snapped. Turning on her, his eyes were angry and she couldn’t take it any more. Her cold hands captured his face and she said ‘Please. Please, stop. Please. Vin. Please. Don’t look at me like that.’ Dragging her closer, his voice was soft and angry ‘Why not, Amanda? How should I look.