The boys are drinking beer and stop directly opposite me and start talking and one notices my camera beside my discarded clothes. 'Shall I take your p...oto?' he calls out, I am some 3 to 5m away from the shoreline, and without waiting for my reply, picks up my camera and takes the photo, which is also posted here, the one of me in the water.I think the boys are a little drunk and not used to drinking especially outdoors in full sun. One reaches into his plastic bag and pulls a beer off its. Kya maal dikhti thi yaar bus lund ka bura haal ho jaata tha . ek din meri wife ko apne mayike jaana pada to mere parents ne kaha ki hum bhi gaoun chale jaate hein teen din ke liye or meri biwi ko uske mayike chod denge . or next day monday morning wo log chale gaye or mein ghar pe akela reh gaya . subah jub bhabi office ke liye niche aa rahi thi to mein bhi bahar khadaa ho gaya or unse sirf hi or hello hui . Sham ko mein jub ghar pahuncha to ooper dekhne gaya to bhabi nahi aayi thi . fhir mein. ”“OK Kim, you go to Control and go to ground also. Guys, we are hitting Chinatown tomorrow night.”As before, we headed to Sister Clarissa’s. The mood there was both celebratory, and somber. Nuns and children were scrambling to process all the new children. I looked at the new building, they were working on the third floor. And I sank to my knees and started to cry as I saw the sheet of plywood propped against the front with spray painted lettering.Sister Francis came up behind me and rested her. She let go of his hands, but he knew to keep them out of the way; it’s what she wanted. Grinning, she raised her hands up, combed back her hair, and brought her hands down to press against the sides of her breasts. The soft mounds of perfectness were far too large for her hands to fully grasp, and her fingers partially disappeared into them as she squished his cock with them. Layers of his cum rose up from the tight contact, and trickled down the crevice of her tits once more, flowing down to.