.. well, there is an old singer that's really into the stuff. My dad became his supplier. Can you believe that shit? I have seven multi-platinum discs... my last tour grossed $237 million. And my dad still sells weed." Two-hundred-thirty-seven million dollars?" I asked incredulously."The net was like a hundred and ten but, yeah," Liz said with a shrug. "I don't get to keep it all. I mean, Christ, who needs that much money?"I shook my head. The Angels had paid me a $920,000 slot bonus and I. The clever young madam certainly knew how to make a tempting offer. ‘Ere, well – we – we may be able to come to an arrangement, I suppose.’ she replied weakly. Her whole body throbbed now as her hands dropped onto the girls pants, dipped under the elastic and skimmed them down her thighs. She held firmly onto Lizzie as she pulled her feet from the leg-holes. The girl sat down with her hands folded over her bulging vulva mound, neatly trimmed with a defining slit separating the two halves. To. After the initial honeymoon period when everything is lovey-dovey and love-making is wonderful you settle into a phase when you need more deeper and satisfying sex. Love-making, in itself, is wonderful. I still enjoy making love with my husband; always have and always will. He’s a good man; loving; caring; considerate and a great father. I wouldn’t change him for the world. But as for sex? No. I am sorry, he cannot satisfy me in the way that I need. There again is he meant to? Is a husband. Maine apna hath didi ki gand par pherne laga. Didi ki mulayam gand ka chute hi aur garam ho gaya aur gand ko masalane laga. Thori der mein mera pant gila ho gaya aur mai jhad chuka tha.Phir bhi lund ko didi ki jangho ke bich mein gusata raha thori der mein didi ki salwar bhi garam liquid se bhing gayi. Aur didi ka hilna band ho gaya. Hum sidhe ho kar let gaye. Mujhe bahut bura lag raha tha ki mai ye kya kar raha hu.Agle din jab utha to sab normal tha. Didi bas kuch jyada khush thi. Ab didi jab.