Unhone kaha. Ab se tum kutte ho. Or kuc bhi kaam haath se nai karoge. Mooh se karoge. Mene kaha ji mistress.fir mene wo patta pehna or zamin par beth ...ya..fir kaamini ne apna per mere age kia or bola sungho ise.Mene wesa hi kia. Uske pero ki khoshboo mujhe paagal kr rahi thi. Fir kaamini ne saakshi se kaha.. Chatwa le apne per iss kutte se. Sharma mat ye hamara kutta h.. Hamara paaltu kutta h.. Yeh hamara poora shareek ki sewa karega. Hamara paseena chatega thook chatega.. Hamari choot chatega.. Between his time in captivity and the events in Miami, there were too many ghosts floating just behind his eyelids. More often than not he would drift off to sleep around one A.M. as exhaustion overtook him, only to wake up screaming just before sunrise in a cold sweat.Eventually, he settled on a pattern of quasi-meditating that one of the old Army guys that regularly made their way through Albert’s shop recommended. It wasn’t sleep, but it let him quiet his mind a bit and relax, if not rest.. He was touching her breasts with both hands. All around her were the sounds of people moaning, bodies slamming into each other and wet pussies being rubbed. Although she couldn't see it, it really turned her on and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Everything in total darkness. She noticed she was more comfortable then she thought she would be. She started to moan too. Partly because Matthew was rubbing and squeezing her tits the way she likes it, but also because of the surroundings.. Ever since his wife had died, he hadn't had the stomach for re-entering the dating game. He thought back to the way things had been. He and Valerie had been quite happy with their two teenaged children. They hadn't planned on another pregnancy, but when it had happened they adjusted and began to look forward to having another baby around the house. He'd walked a little taller, knowing that, despite having teenaged children, he had knocked up his best girl with another baby. And she'd kidded him.