Imraan- palat k khadi ho. Fir imraan ne mummy k dono chuttado ko seperate kiya or mummy ki gaand ka ched dekhne laga ungli daal k mummy ki red color k... kacchi bhe wahi padi the imraan- haan behenchod bilkul chikni ho gayi or chut zara dikha idhar ghum k mummy palti or me dekhta reh gaya ki mummy ek aadmi k saamne nangi kahdi hai or unhone fir apni chut k lips hataye or imraan ne chut pe jeeb ferni start kar di mummy boli”andar Tak ghuma Imraan ne picche se ungli madhu ki gaand me gusaa rakhi. Hear head, still smiling. "Won't work. The magic only works for women. Men can't even see the spells much less use them." Change us back then!" Amelia demanded, suddenly no longer interested in teaching Mark a lesson... or being stuck in his body. It might have sounded great earlier, but every moment with Mark was making her regret her choice more and more.With another laugh, Mark responded, "I don't think so. Here..." he handed the paper with the spell on it to Amelia who quickly grabbed. Slowly the top half of the table started to move, much like a hospital bed ,only a few inches but it was enough to give Ellie a view of her lower regions. The bed stopped moving.Isla walked away and over of the table of plants, she picked up one of the smaller square pots, as she walked back over to Ellie she could see that in the pot was a green mound of what looked to be moss. Placing the pot below Ellie’s bottom on the end of the table Isla moved to the mechanism attached to the chains on. Silly she thought. He's still out of breath. Why in the world would her dad want to smell her hair. She almost giggled. Then tried to ignore the thought before she did giggle. Wouldn't want to confuse the poor guy she thought.But there were a few things she couldn't ignore. The feeling of her dads warm breath on her throat... and the intense tingle that had returned since his arms went around her. Then without even really thinking about it she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him right on his.