The Wednesday was where it got really crazy. We went out again and each took home a bridesmaid again – but this time we switched. Apparently, though... we hadn’t communicated with each other very well, because when I got back to her room, Joey was already there with the other bridesmaid. We were all so wasted that none of us wanted to leave and head back to Joey and I’s room, so we made a silent understanding that we would all just fuck in this room and ignore the others. Joey had been right. The. "Good to see you!" said the attendant as he wheeled the Farmer into thelaboratory where Dr. Simister was preparing for the final phase of hisproject, Project Helen. The attendant wheeled the Farmer up to theapparatus to which Helen was connected, and Dr. Simister said:"Well, well, well! If it isn't Leonid Kinski, a.k.a. the Farmer, a.k.a.the Phantom of the Bowery! We've been waiting a long time for this!"He injected Kinski with a combined anaesthetic and body immobilizer,which put the. .." she moaned quietly. Yes, she remembered all too well. Richard had been a wonderful lover - patient, considerate and caring. He always made sure that she was satisfied and that she had just as good a time as he did. Alice had never failed to have fantastic orgasms with him, many of which had left her exhausted and sweaty, but grinning like a Cheshire cat! He could hear her breathing changing as he talked with her - at first soft and gentle, but getting harder and more labored. He continued. Fir mai uske hotho ko choosne laga. Usne mujhe kas ke pakad liya. Fir main thoda niche aaya aur uski gardan ko chuma. Wo siskira uthi. Fir main aur thoda niche uske boobs pe pohcha. Uske boobs maze me uchhal rahe the aur mujhe unhe choosne ka nimantran de rahe the. Fir jhat se me uske boobs ko choosne laga. Uss waqt me saatwe aasman par pohoch gaya tha. Boobs ko chooste chooste hi mai apne haatho se uski chut ko sahlaane laga. Kya batau yaaro, (mai to hil gaya) uski chut to pehle se hi gili.