.. uh... slinkier, shall we say." I do like this little dress. It is so comfortable... and Harry seems to notice every time I wear it. How about somet...ing cold to drink?" Thanks, water would be great," said Ann."Water? A word of wisdom: Never drink water... fish fuck in it. How about a gin and tonic?" If you insist," laughed Ann. "It is a bit early in the afternoon though." It is "Happy Hour" already... in... ah... Bermuda! Let's drink to the fine citizens of that island nation and to continued. ”“You wouldn’t happen to have a relative who is stirring up the pot, would you?” the desk sergeant asked suspiciously.Talking to a policeman in the middle of a police station was the perfect alibi. A suspicious man might wonder if it was entirely coincidental, and the desk sergeant was a suspicious man by nature. Years spent in a patrol car had only increased that natural tendency.“My mother and brother are in Montana,” Sonny answered. Seeing the expression on the officer’s face, he added, “My. Her skirt mow lifted high to allow him better access. With his spare hand he undid his zip of his trousers she looked up at him with a little fear but he quickly resumed the kissing and jamming two fingers hard inside her wriggling them using his thumb on her exposed clitoris to really push her over the edge making her moan and sigh in deepness at his touch.He released his now rock hard manhood it was ready to burst out and the relief was pleasurable. But he knew what he really wanted and with. The house was with us, the two naked girls playing sex CD and replaying it many a times till my pussy lips were swollen and sore so bad that even touching them would make me scream and cum. Puja too was not much different. We both were exhausted and hungry too. I rushed home to eat (being a Muslim, my mother would not allow me to eat at a Hindu home). After the meals and some rest, I thought I should revisit Puja’s home. It was almost 5 pm in the evening when I arrived at her home. I knocked.