Kaash iski gaand marne miljye..Phir ram ne bola uff kya madmast choochiyaan hai bade bade bhai marish maaksam yaar meri maa ki dono choochiyaan v milj...e to iske ek choochi ke barabar nahi hai… Iske aage wo kch bolta ki mne bol diya..Abe sale makichut zarur tre baap ne tri maa ke dono choochiyoon ke bich se apna lund ragda nahi hoga tabhi badi nahi hai or zarur sirf boor chodta hoga tra baap tbhi to gaand badi nahi agr tri maa ki gaand marta na zarur aj tri maa ki v gaand randi ki jsi hoti.Par. I decided to postpone breakfast, just in case I might have company for it, and headed for the garage to get in a few minutes of lifting. Before I settled in on the lifting bench, I opened the door to let in the cooler morning air, and there she was, running up the driveway. She was wearing a blouse and a short denim skirt, which completely threw me, as I couldn't recall the last time I had ever seen her in a skirt. At school she usually wore jeans, and in summer she wore shorts.As she crossed. You must be VERY hot, I think it is time for me to find out, so I start kissing and nipping my way down your chest and belly. I pause to ream your belly button, again with my tongue. Then I move further down, until my lips are in your beautiful red pubic hair. I grab with my lips and tug gently, then let go and do it again. And again. Over and over. I can tell how much you like it by the way you are moving against me, thrusting your hips off the bed. Or is it that you can feel my hot breath. The first challenge was over. This realization hit me harder than I ever could have imagined. Not only had I just lost my virginity to a replica of my boyfriend, but I had done so in front of the entire colony. My family. My Friends. Even my boyfriend had watched me moan in delight as a computer-generated clone had pounded me to climax. My cheeks burned bright with shame, and I felt an uncontrollable desire to escape. Leaping off the bed, I hurried to the elevator. On my way there I came across.