I wasn’t a top executive at work, and the committee wasn’t a plum assignment. In fact, the after-work party suffered from poor attendance and was ...ot the networking Mecca it used to be. Each cocktail party had a theme and a designated charity that received any profits. Our charity for the upcoming party was an AIDS organization. They provided assistance to AIDS patients and education for the general population on the prevention of sexually transmitted diseases. I had the committee laughing. After dinner I asked Jarrah if she'd come up and give you a massage. If she does, let her. She has magic hands. You wouldn't believe how much better you'll feel after she gets done with you. Now, do you think you can stand?"Her muscles felt like limp noodles as he helped her stand and one of the girls toweled her dry and then draped her with a long linen sheet. She was still tired and sore but felt much better as he led her to a lounge chair and the table that had a covered platter on it.She. Bhabhi chiikh uthee aur bole, “jeeo mere raja, kya shot maree hai, phir unke upar let kar dan danadan shot lagane laga. Bhabhi ne apni tang ko meri kamar par rakh kar mujhe jakar liya aur jor jor se chutar utha utha kar chudai me sath dene lagee. Mai bhi ab unki chunchee ko masalte hue thaka thak shot laga raha tha. Kamara humaree chudai ki awaj se bhara para tha. Mahaul kaafi garam tha, chap chap ki awaazon se kamra goonj raha tha. Bhabhi apne daaton se apne hothon ko kaaat rahi thi. Mere har. “You shall enjoy this.”As she spoke, my mother unbuckled my pauldron and pulled it off. She smiled at me and kissed me where Tharaka had bitten me. I groaned at the soothing, motherly gesture. I glanced at my sisters. Lasla and Pyrriah kissed with a mad passion, Lasla ripping the armor off our sister's body.I smiled and sank onto the padded bench. My cock thrust threw the hole, dangling down. I watched Lasla duck her head down and suck on Pyrriah's pink nipple. My twin moaned, her fiery hair.