Hu-n gabharaai gai ane boli, “shu-n thayu-n bhabhi ? Vaagyu-n ?”“na, na khaas nahin.” Kahi ne emane vat taalava prayatn karyo. Pan mane fikar ...hati hati etale emani saadi no paalav khasedi kahyu-n, “mane jova do jara”“raheva do. Nathi vaagyu-n khaas “Emana low cut blouse ma-n thi dekhaata emana stan joi fari hu-n gabharai gai. Banne stan upar chakaama-n padela-n hata-n, jaane koi e maar maaryo hoy teva-n. Me-n puchhyu-n, “aa shu-n bhabhi ? Kevi rite vaagyu-n ? Padi gaya-n hata-n ?”“tame. ” Groucho Marx“Politics is made up of two words... ‘poli’ which is Greek for ‘many’ and ‘tics’ which are blood sucking insects.” Gore Vidal“Politics is War without bloodshed, while War is Politics with bloodshed.” Mao Zedong“Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even when there is no river.” Nikita Khrushchev“Too bad 90 percent of politicians give the other 10 percent a bad reputation.” Henry Kissinger“The best argument against Democracy is a five minute conversation. " I lowered my head to kiss her nose, but she jerked up to kiss my mouth. She tasted sweet, and her tongue was very skilled. This was like the starter pistol went off. I ran two fingers down her moist little slit, going straight for her clit. She softly bit my lower lip and looked at me with an expression that was both incredibly cure and horny at the same time. My button came loose and her hand slid right into my crotch. Within a minute we both lay on the sofa, me on top of her. Kissing wildly. Sabrina my love to my dick with her tits until she withdrew another load of my cum. “Come here darling” I motioned to her to lay by me. “Let me return the favor and so you some love.” She laid on the bed. I removed her jeans the rest of the way. Then I removed her g-string and took a deep smell of them. “I’m going to keep these Sabrina”. She gave me a big smile. I placed the back of her knees on my shoulders and eases my face into her midsection. Her pussy was just ass beautiful as I.