Physically she is the type of woman that when she walks down the street men will look at her and think to themselves ‘very, very nice,’ and five s...conds later forget that they seen her. For me every other woman in the world pales by comparison to her beauty. I have known Margaret all of my life. I am just as amazed as Margaret is at how our lives have suddenly intersected. It was unplanned, unintentional, but I will get down on my knees every day and thank God for the love that Margaret and I. . Mere dimag me to meri chudai ka drishy saaf chal raha tha… Ki mai sir le lode pe nangi hoke uchal rahi hu aur peon meri gaand mar raha hai !Shalu aap jawab kyu nahi de rahi , sir ne poocha,Sorry sir mene niche mu karliaApko ye naukri nahi mil sakti aap hame stable nahi lagiMai samjh gai thi ye admi kya chahta haiMene bhi thodi ru asi si awaz me kaha sir muje ye naukri ke liye jo karna padega mai karungi apko khus karne ka ek mauka de.Usne apni pant ki zip kholi aur loda mere honto pe le aya. "Beth sent me," she told a blushing Andrea, "She mentioned you're a Doctor ... I have this pain..." and broke out laughing, "History, my dear, is fascinating. Although mine has been painful and painfully misrepresented, we do get on. The war in London is my history. Churchill, Winnie, you know ... used to pinch my cheek and tell me how pretty I was ... and then had the nerve to tell me my choice for a husband was unacceptable. I say, is there anything to drink?"Over libations, she settled into. Called me and said she was out with the guys, so I wished her a great time and to have fun.A few guys surrounded her and chatted her up until one guy was braver than the others. Knowing she was married, he still tried. Flirting got good then he finally told her how much he wanted to lick her pussy. They were in a local bar and watching some fights on tv. They made a bet on the next fight. If he won he could lick her pussy and if she won she could pick something.She lost and as the night.