Angrej : muje tho thum dhoor se aayi thafi khada hogaya.(yehi bolke uski hath meri pat me rakha)theri gand muje bahuth acha laga.Mem : tho fir aaj rat... mere sath hongge na.Angrej : jaroor ji.Usne meri hath pakadke lund ka uper rakha fir bolaAngrej : bahuth din ka mal kate hue hai.Aaj theri muh me dunga pura.Thum peeogi naMem : jaroorThab thak chay asgaya.Hum chay peene laga.Mem ek hath se uska lund pant ka uper se masalthe rahi.Usne meri pat ko masalthe masalthe chuth ke pas pahunch gaya.15 mts. Stopping for supper let us avoid the tail end of the evening commuter traffic there, too.“We should be home somewhere around midnight,” I told her. “If we don’t get delayed by an accident, we’ll be able to drive straight through.”She nodded and sighed, taking my hand.“It’ll be good to be home,” she said. “I just wish we could have seen Mom.”“Next time we come up this way, we’ll sneak her out to lunch,” I promised.With any luck, the next time we came to DC, it would be to burn Dennis out of our. But maybe she just couldn't tell you..." For over six years?" I scoffed. "Don't get me wrong. I didn't expect her to tell me when we first met. I didn't expect her to go up to people with 'Hi. My name is Amber and I'm sleeping with my brother ... but I'd really like to date you.' I'm not an idiot, all evidence to the contrary. Still, when I asked her to marry me would probably have been a good time. Hell, any time before we actually got married would have been a good time." Yeah," Jeanie. And sexy. He brushed his waistcoat from his shoulder and let it fall away so she could view the full effect in the yellow light from the bar. How beautifully he was muscled, the tattoo a rich enhancement floating on the surface. “Was it sore?”“Yeah, but my Tahitian tattooist kissed it all better. Not that I’d have asked Tribal Dan to do that, but I’m sure he’d be glad to if you were his client.”“Stop it, you,” she chided, staring closely, fascinated despite her nerves. “Can I touch it?”“Be my.