" You're helping my memory a lot." She smiled again. "Another joint?" Ya, that would help. I don't feel my muscles so much then."She again walked towa...d me, handed me another j, then walked backward again. Why did she do that, I wondered? Always facing me? She perched back on her stool and I laid out again on the lounge.This time around she seemed to be tossing her head a bit, those blond curls waving in the late morning light, glistening, sparkling. Those legs kept bouncing, and I swear she. His father, pramod kumar was surely a corrupt bureaucrat and one could easily make it out from their lifestyle. Even our commissioner could do nothing to do him as they couldn’t randomly raid his house. I was discussing it with him and hatched a plan to nail pramod in a very clever way and set an example to the bureaucracy and install strict enforcement and through this I could even get my revenge on his son ravi and his family.One day, ravi was caught at a rave party. We locked around 50. Michael happily obliged to her request. Laying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms tilted to the right, he felt Chelsea kneel around him, sitting on his ass. She took a bottle of oil off the bedside table, and poured it onto his back.After putting the bottle back, Chelsea kneaded her hands into Michael's back and shoulders. His muscles were tight and tense. Chelsea slowly worked the muscles until they felt loose. After the oil and muscles were all worked out on his back, she got off. She knows you and she understands what I'm talking about. And we talked all night and all day, and it was like... she's not you but she's almost you, in a way. So she's the you that I can be a different me around. You know? So I...”“So she stuck her pussy in my face” Cait said and laughed a little and Lucy said “I did not!” And Cait said “It's like they say, if you can't be with the one you love, be with her cousin” but we didn't laugh and Cait rolled her eyes like she was saying 'Tough.