Usne kaha ISS par hazaro stories aati he humne kon sa real name or jagah ki kahan se hen hum exactly post karni he…or wo roj chat par msg karti thi ...tory kab likh rahe ho…me bahut exited hun apni story padne ko….dunia ki story to roj padti hun ek baar apni padne ki ichhaa he…. vese me bata dun hum dono ko bhi ek dusre ka real name nahi pata or jagah bhi nahi kahan rehte he itna pata he ki chandigarh ke as pas kahin…..humre bich yehi baat teh hue thi….usne bhi apna fake name bataya tha or mene. My caseload can be handled by my staff.Any news on Jay Lee's problem?Yes, meet me at Charlie's Steakhouse for dinner.Best be ready, Mister Moneybags.Oh?Yes, oh. Jay Lee and I only had a honey bun for lunch at Betty'sWHAT! Why didn't she feed you two?We BOTH had the works done, Buster.Then it'd better be worth EVERY penny.We got out of the car and headed into the restaurant. Charlie'sSteakhouse is built like a giant barn with extensions going off thesides. The silo is where he has is office and. My tongue reached out to lap at his digits and his tongue joined mine. With his fingers between us, our faces only inches apart, we both took delight in tasting my sweetness. Before long we had rid all amount of my desire from his fingers and when he removed them out of the way, our tongues met each other’s in a deep and passionate kiss. My taste on our tongues only fuelled the desire growing between us. When we eventually broke the kiss, I was panting as he told me, “Take off the panties and. ”It was embarrassing; here was Santa with a hard onsticking out of his suit like a tent pole. I lookedaround the room, no one seem to notice us, the onlypeople in this room were the kids who were too busyplaying with new toys and their parents who were toobusy trying to keep them in tow. I decided it was agood time for Santa to make his exit. With another Ho,HO, HO, and a Merry Christmas I made my exit holding mybag in front of my erection. I went back to thechanging room and June.