Mai te kamod dite suru korlo aar hather mota mota angul diye guder phuto ta ghosa suru kore dilo. Ma bare bare kakiye uthchhilo uriiii ishhhhh.. Lagch...e Shankar Pisherrr ishh ki jore kamod dichhen uufh errrr. Pishe aro beshi uttejito haye Mar mai chuste suru kore dilo, Ma bale uthlo amar….okhane sur suri hachee…. Thakte parchhii um ma goo….. Ishhhh . Shankar Pishe eibaar tar nabhite jibh ghor,o kichhukhan Mar guder upore mukh ta ene chosa suru korlo. Majhe majhe guder kowa duto ke kamde dite. If Jessica couldn’t give me an answer of some kind, I’d ask him on Tuesday when we had lunch. I made myself some tea and went back to work.I did have one thing that was important to look at, though I felt it could be put off for several days. Microsoft had released something called ‘Windows’ that was supposed to compete with the Macintosh, but from all reports that I’d seen, it had severe limitations, such as the fact that windows couldn’t overlap and it was really just an extension of DOS, not. There again was this sudden surge of desire. She wanted to touch the woman. The hair, the face, the tightly packed tits.Then she saw all the other bimbos. And her desire went out to them too. She saw how they all smiled excitedly at her. They made her feel so welcome and so very much at home.It brought a sob to her throat.And like a child she wondered what this surprise could be."Follow us, honey," Cunt purred. "She's, like, been ready for sometime! She's making herself look all hot and slutty. I know she need a real dick for sure so I always asked her how she manage herself since so long she use to tell me she masturbate and all but I ask her to try me but she was hesitant at first but she said ok after few days, so we decided to meet in near secback area and i took her to some hotel, she was so sex starved to hum log jaise hi hotel room me gai us ne mujhe ek zoordaar kis kiya aur kaha aaj to meri chut tumhaare lund gulam ban jaigi Maine kaha haan wohi to mujhe bhi chahiye ke.