Neen yen heldhe correct kano…Enjoy madbeku…AdheMe: adhreNethra: nan unlucky kano nan boyfriend ge yenu gothilla so innocent avnuMe: nan namballaNe...hra: promise kano he won’t do anythingMe: (shocked) yenuNethra: ning gothilvaMe: ( ho ivalge thumba kama jasthi idhe adhre aval boyfriend waste nan maga)Me:(yengadhru madi ivalna maja madbeku antha decide madidhe)Me: smilingly heldhe nan hogthine kane tym aythu andheNethra : pls iro daddy mummy barodhu innu late agutha andhluMe :( nange gothagoythu. I could do nothing but cry and moan and she blew another waveof cool air onto my gland.Just when I thought I could not take any more. When it felt as if mybrain was entering into meltdown. Lisa stopped blowing on my gland. Ifelt her press on my thighs with her hands as she let go of mythrobbing shaft. When I opened my eyes, she was standing in front ofme, lifting up her skirt as she came closer and straddled my hip. Inone rapid, and beautiful flowing motion, Lisa straddled my hip,. Saturday morning was a repeat of Friday. We woke late, enjoyed a shower together and headed for the patisserie for breakfast. For our Saturday adventure, Sophie decided that we would visit the Parc du Mont Real, the largest of Montréal’s parks on the hill that gave Montréal its name. After taking the metro to the park, we walked for miles so that Sophie could show me as many of the park’s features as possible. During the tour, she quizzed me about rural life with specific emphasis on living off. Until the party, I’d never thought like that.”Jill knew this was true. Sure, I’d seen other guys hitting on her a thousand times over the years. Any guy married to a woman like Jill would have known the same experience. But, unlike the few friends I had who’d tried swinging, I’d never seriously entertained the idea of Jill with other guys, until these last few weeks. But something had changed that day – the day of the pool party – as I’d watched Craig, Byron, and Callan vying for Jill’s.