We were starving, we were fucked, we knew we had to get a shower, we were covered in cum – both new and old, dried to us like wallpaper paste.In the...shower we stood under the power water soaking our bruised bodies – smirking at each other like teenagers at what had been going on for the last twenty hours.Before leaving the room, we had a strong vodka and coke and then went in search of an eating house.Mmmmmmmmmm – ‘All day breakfasts’ and just across the road in a ‘greasy Joe’s’.Better explain. To uske boobs mere chhati (chest)pe lag rahe the. aur mera hath uske kamar mein tha..jannat jaisa lag raha tha..tabhi mein hath uske boobs pe rakha .wo so rahi thi,to maine uske blouse ko hook nikala ..usne white bra pehni kya boobs the..gore bade bade mere aankho ko samne maine boobs pe kiss kiya ..phir uski thodi nind kholi. To main utha aur dusri room main so gayaek din hum car se ja rahe the tab driver ne car roki tab uska phone car mein hi tha maine uske phone liya to dekha ki uske phone. I felt deep relief at her returned barb. “‘Unfortunately’? ‘Stuck here’? Thanks! That makes me feel good!”Heather stuck her tongue out at me but it was interrupted by a whoop. I rolled my eyes as she dramatically gripped her rod.“Ooh, a big, meaty one!” she exclaimed exaggeratedly as the catch rose above the surface.“You suck,” I muttered. I moved closer to her and smacked my rod tip against hers. To my surprise, the act caused the fish to drop off her hook and splash into the water. I. I watch you doing the same. I stuff mine in my handbag; on an impulse, I grab yours and keep them too. You giggle even more.“You can keep them if you like, my lover-girl!”“I’m going to hang them in my trophy cabinet, babe; another pair for my collection,” I say, winding you up. “Then I’m going to open it to the public; I’ll call it “All My Lovers’ Panties”. It’s Art; I bet Tracey Emin wishes she’d thought of it first."“You’re crazy, Annie! Come on, are you ready? Let’s see who can go pee.