Mi pan gelo magomag. mala ek fayda zala hota ki tyancha bungala single flour cha hota ani varchi kholi te vaprat nasat mhanun mala ti kay karte te khi...kitun pahta yet hota. tyadivshi aatyane mhataryala changlach tapvla. tyane pan khup Halchal keli pan kahi zala nahi aatya tyacha jawal udhi rahun teblavaril aaushadha thevat hoti. ti pathmori hoti. tyaveli mhataryane ticha padar haluch pakadun thevla aatya jayala nighali tyaveli padar tanla gela aani ghasarla. pan aatyane parat mage firun chatkan. "I suppose we are at that," Tom said. "So they are laundering the money through the night club." That would be my guess yes." I said "It would also explain the club in the same building." They do have a sweet operation." he said."Tom you are not a cop anymore and they didn't piss us off, so there is no reason to drop a dime on them." I said. "Don't forget who is paying the bills. If Swamp Dog finds out you did that, they will most likely replace you." If I call in on the tip line, they won't. “Becky... we should stop this.”“You don't want me to stop,” I moaned, my pussy on fire and I didn't care. I wanted to give this MILF such wicked delights. “You want me to show you a true lesbian experience.” I leaned in to nuzzle at her ear, pressing my tits tighter into her round breasts. Our nipples brushed, sparks flaring, as I whispered, “You want me to go down on you? To eat your hot, married cunt?”“Oh, Lord, Becky,” she moaned, her pussy clenching on me.I fell to my knees before her, my. During the course of our time together, he’d helped me discover my sensual side. He let me express my dreams, my desires, my needs both mental and physical. I found that I wasn’t a ‘prude’ like I’d been labeled all those years in school. I yet had to experience any relationship with a flesh and blood human being, but I was no longer without hopes that I could be a lover if given the chance. I just needed the chance. My curiosity was aroused when the gentleman on the phone mentioned Nighthawk’s.