’ And that’s when she stepped in. This was Gwyneth Kenner? The brunette from coffee this morning? She stood in front of him, her hands placed awkw...rdly behind her back, as she greeted him hesitantly. He was surprised, but it passed in a heartbeat — the blood pounding in his head a reminder of the ghastly document on his computer. ‘Right, Ms. Kenner. I have here a copy of your work for the Heyland file, and I just want to know what the fuck you’re trying to do over here, because for the life of. His fast, sure strokes caught up to her in no time, and when he came up behind her, he pulled her down by the legs, until she was under water with him. He grabbed her waist and held them both under the surface. His eyes were closed, and he searched for her lips with his own, kissing her chin and cheek before he found them. When he did, he nudged his tongue into her mouth, tasting the saltwater that flowed past their lips. They broke the surface still kissing, before they broke apart, gasping. The difference in color make me mad. now lets go to the story.Today I will tell about my journey in hills .This happened few years back when my I was in college.I was studying in Mangalore a coastal city in Karnataka famous for beautiful girls.One thing all should know is in this region has more girls then guys.so one can find beautiful girls and ladies everywhere with projecting tight boobs. They normally wear tight chudidhar or revealing sarees. Normally guys in this region don’t care about. I should just make the most of it she thought as she put her cellphone down, left the bedroom and rejoined her friends. They did also promise to keep it tame, so that was good. As she went into the living room she was greeted with cheers and given another shot of tequila to drink and the plastic tiara was placed back on her head. After a few more shots she started to relax and really have some fun. The doorbell rang and one of her friends came back saying the pizza was here. I didn't order any.