Have you been in a fight here already?"Mark took back his driver's license before replying with another explanation that was smooth from its repetitio..., "It's a genetic condition called Heterochromia. Three quarters of my iris is brown, and the rest is blue. All of the men in my family have it." He hesitated before continuing, "I don't get in fights anymore since I quit drinking. It's been two years, seven months, and... 12 days. It's not easy, but I don't plan on drinking again."As Mark Fraser. 30 am tak chodta reha aor subah jab.Main utha to meri bibi apne jija ke sath exam daine geyi payi aor main utha aor nehaya aor Sali se raat ki baat puchi to aank marke ke mare uper laite geyi aor boli ki behut khush hun tumne jo meri peyari chut ko chod chod ke uska bosda bena diya hai aor boli I am very happy. Aor phir maine tea li aor kuch dair baad main aor meri Sali ne lunch kiya aor niche aakar uski saas se batchit ki aor uske saas & bache so gaye to main upper apni Sali ke paas pahuncha. It seemed not in keeping with her charm. She pulled on her hair and asked, “Keep going, fuck, keep going, ahh, yes, oh yes there it is again, fuck, ye…ahh.” I slowed down not going so deep, Susanna not wanting that said, “No, keep going, I’m okay, fuck me, keep fucking me. I don’t want this to stop, ever.” I continued to fuck her, I bent down and grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed. I rubbed and pinched her nipples. Susanna moaned as I started to hammer her pussy harder. She felt so nice,. I looked up and saw that Tim was staring at my breasts as they rose and fell on my chest. He slowly reached up with his two hands and lightly caressed them with his fingers, tracing circles around my nipples.“Stop.” I whispered, my breathing becoming ragged, as I reached up and captured his hands with mine.Tim looked into my eyes for a moment, his face a mask of lust. He slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine! I struggled for a moment, my mind swimming against a tide of pent-up.