Ye sab taam-jhaam laane ko nahi.Fir sab kuch table par rakh kar meri patni ko sirf saree pehnayi jaani shuru hoti hai. Meri patni Madhu sab kuch chodh...kar behaal hoti hai, aur wo kuch bol hi nahi paa rahi thi. Wo sab kuch hue jaane ki haalat mein khadi-khadi saree ko pehanne lagi.Ye kya, meri wife ke nange boobs saree ke baahar saaf-saaf nazar aa rahe the. Yaha tak ki uske boobs ke wo kaale nipples bhi saree se saaf-saaf dikhayi padte hai. Tabhi boss kehte hai-Israar sir: Le chalo ab bhabhi ko. She came when she joined me on the floor and I kissed her with a mouthful of her own piss!These things I remember!I get up off the stool, but lower my head and lick my own juices from it. That simple kinky little act takes my mind back to the mornings I woke up in her arms and kissed her, tasting my own juices on her lips.Or the mornings when we were probably both a little drunk from the night before and we'd enjoy a wet sixty-nine. We'd bring each other to a mind blowing climax, emptying our. This was about par for FAA civilian crash investigations. Chalk them up to pilot error unless a big fat smoking gun could be otherwise found. The White Mountains are kind of a strange place to begin with, and are known for their suddenly changing winds and other erratic meteorological phenomena. Plane crashes in the area are not uncommon, and often very hard to get to for a proper forensic post-crash examination. Often, the very hard mountain stone scatters the wreckage so widely upon impact. "Well, it was like my mind had nothing else to focus on, just the pleasure, and that made the pleasure grow." That must have been pretty intense," Mila said."Oh, yes..." Sandy's mind seemed to drift for a moment as she recalled the sensations. She could feel her nipples hardening into points again, and knew that she was becoming wet. Still, she made no attempt to cover herself further with the blanket. Removing barriers had made her feel so good earlier, and she saw no reason not to continue to.