But maine feel kiya bo meri compny main jyada khus thee. Mere saath bo room main kiss karti hug karti hum dono saath late kar baatein karte ek dusre k... kapdo ke upper se touch karte main uske boobs press karta uski chut aur gaand par haath pherta rahta bo mere lund par haath pherti hilati khoob .hum dono kabhi kabhi nage lete rahe but kuch gslat nahi karte but chipak kar kiss karte rahte they hum dono jhad bhi jaate but conrl nahi khote . Ek din main uske room par gaya to hamesa ke tarah hi. I was now standing completely naked with my cock buried deep inside her mouth while she was expertly giving me the blowjob of my life!In a short while I seated her onto the bed & parted her beautiful legs to take my place between them. I slowly pulled down her sheer black thong while stroking her silky smooth legs & buried my face between her muscular thighs. She quickly removed her tank-top & unhooked her black skirt at the waist. My tongue was playing with her swollen pink clit when she. The feelings felt thereafter are impossible to accurately describe, so I will merely impart upon you the act itself, and maybe it will elicit in you the same feelings I felt then. Imagine the largest breasts you can reasonably imagine on a woman, and imagine those same breasts enfolding and stroking your erect penis, all the while smelling the alluring aromas of the oils she applied to her breasts so as to create less friction between her tits and your hardened shaft, your cock simply gliding. See if the base still has any medics working."I hated to say it. Unfortunately my training included such things as suicide techniques. "Save your cell time. They are dead." How do you know?" Because I was trained in what to look for in suicide attackers. A lot of fanatics don't like to survive their defeat." Still, there are standing orders to get medical people to check everybody, whether they look hurt or whether they seem like they've been dead for two days. Let's go. I've also got orders to.