He replied his name. His name is Abhay. We all were silent for some time only cracking sound of chips was flowing in the room. At last Nupur broke the...silence.She said, Abhay we are not here to drink fanta and crack uncle chips. A current flows through my body hearing that. He stutteringly told ok come inside, he invite us to his bed room. In the bed room she jumps on the Abhay and kissed him passionately. By watching this, my head goes down. But my inquisitiveness forced me to see what is. “Yes, they fit perfectly,” I told her. She then produced a black-latex catsuit, polished to a bright shine, for her to wear. It had slash zippers across both breasts, zipped ankles and wrists, and a crotch zipper as well. She handed me the bottle of silicon, latex dressing lube, which I lovingly spread on every inch of her sensual body. The very feeling of her tender skin, gliding softly under my slippery hands sent us both into another fit of near orgasmic bliss. I then helped her slide into. Would you want to trip the doomsday switch in a DC police station with homeland security doing the investigation. There is more, but I think you get the idea.Oh yeah there is also the fact that Irish told me why the Senator was on the Admiral's hit list. He sold the Iranians the codes to bring down that Drone. I know, because I am who I am, that the Irishman had been working on the Drone's recovery in Cairo last week. So there was a good possibility after he told me that, I might run down the. "Yeah" I replied still looking rather stunned."Good" replied mother "Because that's just the warm up!" she then added."Warm up?" I asked curiously, and as I said those words, Mrs Chester stepped over to her husband, who was now stood in the middle of the party next to a sun longer, and eagerly they kissed, before he slid down and peeled the nipple tassels from her boobs and exposing her big pink nipples, before giving them a suck, and then slid down further until he was on his knees, and slowly.