By now her gaand was like a furnace, hot and wet, and tight as a vice. Her buttocks rolled under me, trying to take in more of my cock. I laughed and ...ulling her buttocks wide open, slammed my hips forward, thrusting my cock deep into herusha cried out thinly, her head snapping back, her mouth tearing open as the huge cock surged into her convulsing arse hole. Deep inside her, I held still and slid my hands up her back and Around her body to crush her breasts. She whimpered, leaning forward on. A fire which she would not give into no matter what. Not tonight.Bran slipped into bed behind her, pressing his body into hers, spooning. His arm automatically fell over her hips, and his fingers unintentionally brushed the bare skin exposed by her small top. She shivered.Bran’s lips went close to her ear, and he whispered sensually, ‘Kitty, I’m sorry.’She ignored him.‘Let’s kiss and make up.’Kitty sniffed. ‘I don’t feel like it, ‘ she said childishly.‘Please?’ He begged.No reply. ‘I know you. I may add here that a few decades ago, Muslims and Hindus could not sit together as their clothesshould not be touching each other, they could never think of eating together nor could they drinkwater from the same utensil. There used to be Hindu water and Muslim water; nothing but twodifferent utensils to drink. But time changed and now I used to drink water from the same cooler and glass which Puja used and we also ate our lunch together. She invited me to her house and with the permission of. OK, who's making the joke?"He went over to the phone and picked it up. "Computer connect me to theclothing department please."He got a recording "Clothes Department, We know you have the wrongcloths, there must have a foul up some where, we are trying to find andfix it now. Please listen to channel 21 for further updates"Carl dialed in channel 21, put it on speaker and listened."... department really messed up. No one knows what happened yet, butit looks like at least everyone has the right.