Woh Mumbai ki garmi se pasina pasina ho gayi thi. Par uske pasine ki khushbu se main aur uttejit ho raha tha. Main sath hi sath uske stan dabaye ja ra...a tha. Fir main uske jisam se pasine chusne laga.Uska gala, uske stan, uski bagal (armpits) fir uski kamar se pasina chusne ke baad maine zor se uska ek stan dabaya. Woh “Ahhh” kar ke chillayi tab uska muh pakad ke usme sab thuk diya. Woh mera thuk nigal ke uske chehre pe satisfaction wali smile ayi.Priya: Bohut swadisht hai.Main: Pasand aya meri. It was an interstellar ram jet. A field would form at the front of the ship and as the ship went along its course. It would funnel all manner of atoms towards the front of the ship.Inside the front of the ship, was a processing plant. It would sort out useful, heavier atoms, and send the light hydrogen atoms to be burnt as fuel. The ship also had on board tanks, which were always being replenished this way.Thus the colony ship had an unlimited fuel supply, to be had, free. While space may look. It was good to see that the Brit was at least willing to entertain the idea, even if his customary lack of self-confidence in his own attractions was still fighting manfully. He was looking distinctly thoughtful, if not exactly hopeful."Did you know that T'Pol and Hoshi have been havin' some sort of girl chats ever since we ran into that Romulan mine?" Trip asked."Now there's a surprise. How did that come about?" Actually, I think I might have had something to do with it. A few weeks before. She put the tablet away in her bedside drawer, which I couldn't help noticing was full of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and more cuffs. Then she went out to the kitchen to put the bag of peas away. When she returned, the key wasn't in her hand."Where's the key?" I asked, worried that she might have lost it. She must have hidden it somewhere."The key? What key? Oh, the key to unlock this!" She grabbed the lock holding the two parts of the chastity device together and shook it from side to side..