Yash – Didu aap ko pasand aya.Nehal – Ha jaan. Chalo mai snacks aur coffe laa kar ati hu. Usma tumhara cum mix kar ke khayungiYask – Ok didi.Neh...l beings coffee and chips. Again makes yash ejaculate in her coffee and chips.Yash – Aap mera cum wali coffee aur chips kha raha ho. Kaisa taste hai?Nehal – Bohot acha. I love it.Nehal– Babu come here want to kiss your Didu?Yash – Hell yes Didu.Both started kissing.Nehal – Babu acha se suck karo na lips ummmmm ummmmm.Yash – Didu aap ka saliva kitna. “Now I know just how much you hate these things. Why else do you think I keep them for special occasions?” I couldn’t argue even if I had wanted to, I was far more concerned with how cold I was feeling and the feel of drool on my cheek.“Cold little one? I know just the thing to warm you up.”I strained to listen to what he was doing but none of the noises were familiar to me.“I had planned on saving this for a good girl but I think it would serve well now.”My head spun. Was it that new. Sampling her lips with slow, unhurried kisses, feeling her body nestle against his, he smiled against her lips. "I missed you, my Nicola." Her skin was prickling with his every kiss. "I missed you too, love," she whispered. Lifting her gently from his lap, he set her against the soft cushions of the couch, and got to his feet. His eyes hot and hungry on hers, he began to unbutton his shirt. Nicola bit her lip and drew in a sharp breath. She had missed him so much that even if they'd ended up. If you like, I’ll introduce you to Anna Petrovilla, and you’ll swear, she looks like a young Anna Kournikova.”Rachel jumped in, “Will she be one of our tennis coaches? Does she coach both - boys and girls?”“Yes, we have two young women coaches and one young male coach - who by the way - seems like he may want to be a girl at times, but he’s one hell of a tennis player.”Rachel looked at me, “Guy, we need to get signed up for tennis, even though we have a month or so before they begin.