Mai- accha thk h mai apko daru pee la dunga par apki birthday vale din.mansi- thk h 3din k baad mansi ka birthday tha maine raat ko 12baje usko phn ki...a.Mai- hello mansi di Happy birthday.mansi- thank you.mai- party kaha milegi?mansi- pehle tu daru peela phr party karenge.mai- accha thk h ap mere flat pe ajana sham ko 6 baje tak. mai sb arrange kark rakhunga.mansi- ok bye.Mai 4 baje market ja k 1bottel chiva regal whiskey k le aya kyoki mujhe acche brand k daru hi pasand h.. uske saath khane. "Yeah, I'm good," Carl grunted out between clenched teeth. "Seriously Carl, what is it?" "The beam. It is pressing pretty hard into my kidneys. Hurts like a sonnova bitch. It's all I can do to keep myself off of you." "Has your... Is it safe for you to relax?" "Uh... no. I can't believe it, but no, it most definitely is not safe." In fact, every time it looked like his cock was relaxing, his mom's breathing would brush her still satin-clad nipples against the hairs on his chest, and back it. Looking back at Brian I saw him sitting back in his chair smiling encouragingly at me, licking my lips I pulled the gap between two of the buttons a little wider and leant forward."I can't see that." he grinned, "Show me properly."Looking around again I opened a couple of buttons with trembling fingers, leaning forward I pulled the material aside so that he could clearly see one of my breasts encased in the transparent bra. His eyes sparkled as he looked at my breast, I felt my nipple push. " The old man reached down under the counter and pulled out a silvermedallion. It seemed to be very old. On one side was the portrait of ablack woman who looked like Harriet Tubman. On the other side was the faceof a stern middle aged white man who looked a lot like Robert E. Lee. "What is that?" "This is the Medal Of Racial Equality. It comes from the days ofslavery. It was worn by slaves to help them pave their way to freedom onthe Underground Railway." "What does it do?" "It.