"Pull down my panties," she whispered. He kissed his way down between her legs and took hold of her panties. "Slowly," she added. He inched them dow..., kissing her skin and breathing in her smell. His head was spinning with desire; it was only by deliberate effort he could go slowly. Her mons pubis then labia were exposed and tenderly kissed. He finally got the panties past her thighs and tossed them away. He spread her legs and buried his face in her pussy. He was intoxicated with his. Mne fr b ankhe nah kholi to wo smjh gaya k mujhe sab pta hai m so nahi rahi hu….Fr kya tha usne mujhe I love u bola or kha k kya mujhe permission h…Mne eyes open ki or m blush karne lagi usne mera hath pkda or kha kya mujhe permission h..Krne ki…M kbi excited fell karri thi mne kha haa lekin…. Kya ye sahi hai usne kha haa I will marry u….Ab kya tha mne use hugg kia or ye pehli br tha jo mne hugg kia tha…Mere boobs uske chest se pure chipak gaye the….Or meri pussy or giili ho gai thi….Wo mere. So Paul and I will be going to the capital the day after Christmas to get married by the Governor." That quick?" That quick. That means the girls are going to have to stay with you for a while longer. And, if things go as expected, we may not be back here... well, at least not until the elections over." That's nearly eleven months away, Rebbecca." I know that. But Paul's going all over the state campaigning and it wouldn't be right for him to leave me behind." You're quitting you're job?" In. . But it was only fair; I’d asked them to do something fun without me, so I could hardly complain when they did so.“So does every Irish song take place in the month of June?” I joked, shaking off the sense of longing. Time for that later... The twins grinned knowingly.“That’s a fine month back home, lad. Sometimes it’s even as warm as the day is today! So if you want a merry month for a song, you choose June.”“But mostly it rhymes well,” Muireann added, quite usefully and sensibly.“Oh, that.