Neeta – Ok but please dheere se thokna .Maine phirse dheere dheere apna lund ooske gaand mein daala aur uski kamar pakad ke andar bhar karne laga au... phir jab neeta comfortable hone lagi tabhi maine ek full jor ka jhataka maar ke mera pura lund andar ghusa diya aur woh dard ke maare chila uthi aur kaapne lagi aur maine ooske lambe baal pakad ke kheecha aur oosko jor jor se shot maarne laga aur neeta dard ke maare chilaane lagi aahhhh marrr gayi mein ouchhh sudhir roko iss junglee ko faad daala. ..to be driven on a...bumpy road. Teflon containers...” he says, as his eyes roll around. She nodded her head. “Good. Any other special precautions that are in order?” she asked somewhat firmly while she gently pushed his head with her legs closer to her crotch. The scent would be filling his nostrils by now. “Don't mix with water...,” the man says, as he moans lightly, taking in the scent of this lady's moist pussy, as his eyes close partially. “So what should one do if he were to… say. I had determination and persistence. That must be worth something. Two or three songs of pure chaos later, we were given a reprieve in the form of a slow song. Slow songs were made for rubbing bodies together, not fancy footwork. I quickly settled into a position that gave me the most contact with my date’s body. A few delightful minutes later she was leading me off of the dance floor and back to our table. I wanted to learn to dance for two reasons. The first was that it looked like genuine. The house itself is even older than the sisterhood, which is very, very old. It’s a sprawling mansion, old-fashioned, and not very well kept up. It has ancient radiators that rattle as they try to heat its big hallways and high-ceilinged rooms. Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout doesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor.