3ich mota hai aur muje jyada aunties me intrest se meri last story me mai ne bataya tha kaise mai ne sarojni aunty ki gand aur chut fari thi to us din...ke baad wo mere land ki gulam ho gai thi to jab man karta tha us ki gand chod deta tha last march me un ke ghar un ke husband ke koi bahut purane friend aye the un ke sath un ki wife and child aye the unke bache karib 15 se18 saal ke the and jo lady un ka ghar ayi ti kamal ki thi sali us ka name rajni tha wo log delhi se aye the to ek dam modren. "You know that we cannot, of course, publicly sanction the ways in which Kushtian culture manifests itself in its treatment of women," Sir Partrick's circumlocutory manner came easily after years of diplomatic service, "but I had hoped that our token of appreciation would meet your requirements in that respect."Kashim looked puzzled for a moment.Sir Patrick went on. "I fear that what Mr Daniels did not know was that Ms. Berkham's hair colouring is not entirely genuine. I felt I should bring it. About that 'Dream,'" he spoke quietly, "Things just got out of hand," he started to pull away, and I rubbed my hand on his crotch. In seconds, I felt him stir as he caught his breath at my touch. I released him from my hug, dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants releasing him. With both hands on his cock, the head still stuck out. I kissed the tip softly, letting my tongue lick its tiny opening."I'm sure I don't know what you mean Daddy," as my mouth opened and slowly started sucking his. The anticipation was making coherent thought, particularly about Lori Wilkinson, difficult. I decided that a decent defense was a good offense, so I reciprocated by lightly running my fingertips over her sensitive boobs, circling but never touching her ruby nipples."Is that what you want to do? Talk?" she teased. She blew at my ear. "You know, there's something else two people can do with their lips besides talk..." She leaned toward me, never stopping her teasing fingers, and kissed me softly.