Main bola haan magar voh Maarne ke kaam ka nahin hai islye main maarta nahin hoon only marata hoon. Voh bola kya baat karte ho yaar yeh to baat karte ...ue hi khada hogaya hai to maarne ke kaam ka kaise nahin hai? Main bola mera Lund mast khada hota hai magar jab main Gaand ko hole par rakhta hoon to under jaane ko tyar nahin hota aor adha bhi under jaane tak hi loose hojata hai ab dheele Lund se Gaand to nahin maar sakte na?Voh bola mere ghar mein wife nahin hai islye film chala aya tha, chal. " But you've only known her for part of the summer." I told you before. I have known her for years since she was about ten years old. I didn't recognize it at the time but I sensed there was a definite connection between us. Every time I would visit her folks I would spend most of the time paying attention to her. I think her mom suspected something and watched me like a hawk whenever I was around her little girl. I never stepped out of line but had a lot of fun with her. After she showed up at. Both of them looked each other and smiled. Swetha was wearig a white t shirt ind her black bra was almost visible through it.As sge was a distant relative of mine there sas not much relations btwn us except the occational family visits.sofia wa in a red tshirt. Both of them were having not huge boobs but were firm and pointed. Swethas nipple was projected throgh her t shirt. She looked very sexy. I enjoyed both of them but did nt have fucking intentions. I thought about a masturbation looking. . work?!"She threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. She finally noticed her husband was missing and she looked at me questioningly. I nodded under the table and she grinned and buried her face in my neck.The manager came over and whispered in my ear that it was time to take care of the cops. I told him that I don't trust them, that I want to keep an eye on them from his office again.He nodded and took Kara over to their table. I stood up and told everyone I'd be back soon. I.