She smiled weakly up to her, wondering herself. ‘Would it help?’ Even as she slowly lifted it, and blew gently upon it. Sarah silently watched Ann...bel, in turn blow on the hot chocolate and then take a small sip. Annabel did this about 3 to 5 times before holding out the mug, her blue eyes meeting Sarah’s caring coffer brown ones. Sarah reached out with a hand and took the half drank mug off Annabel, which still held a lot of warmth, and placed it onto the bedside table. She turned slightly,. ."who.. how did I get here?" he muttered, his head pounded and ached, nausea still riveted through his body. It was like having the worlds worst hangover while you were still drunk."Look at me. What do you remember?" He took a second look. Her elegant, full lips. Her shiny jet-black hair. His dick tingled at the sight of her just like in the dream. Trying to clear his head. It was starting to come back. He'd come to a party at Zeta house with a few pledges. He was going to show them the ropes.. 5 inches ka mota musalmani style ka hai .Jada bore na karte hue story pe aata hui ye meri class teacher ki story hai unka naam ashna hai or unki figure 36-28-32 hai or vo gore rang ki chut ki devi hai mai bhut dino se uspe apni nazare garae hue the ek din maine apne dost se kaha ki yaar kash ye mere biwi hoti toh mai isko har din chodta tab mere dost ne kaha ki tum kya koi bhi chodta magar bechari ki shadi ase admi se hui hai jo sharabi hai or isse chodta tak nhi maine poocha tujhe kaise maalum. I got up and went to the kitchenette where I prepared some very nice steaks I got for all of us. I was chuckling to myself and lost in memories as I handed the boys a beer each and poured myself a glass of red. How wonderful it would have been if this had been my family scene twenty years earlier with a gorgeous naked son and husband (maybe even the daughter) sitting at the servery. Alas it was not to be but I did miss them sometimes even my bitch of a daughter who never gave me any reason to.