Wo moan kar rhi thi aaaaah aaaahhhh uuuumm uuum come on ravi… harder harder… suck my boobsss.. Aaaahh aaaahhh..Fir mene mere kapde utare or usko m...ra lund chusne diya. Aaaaahh kya scene tha wo. Pehli bar kisi lady ne mera lund muh me liya tha.. Me to maja le raha tha or wo jor jor se chus rahi thi. 10-15 min tak wo lund chus rahi thi. Wo boli, “please ravi, jaldi chodo na. Muzse raha nhi ja rha he”Fir mene usko pura nanga kiya or uski chut chatne laga. Wo to pehle se hi gili ho chuki thi.. No matter how much she thought, it didn’t make any sense. She had never had a wet dream before. She never even was found any guy attractive enough. She thought that even if she had a lover in her previous life why he hasn’t shown up yet. It was very strange. It was her first night in Ireland and she was having wet dreams. She cleaned herself up and went back to bed. It was only four in the morning and she thought she could have a few more hours of sleep. She woke up at eight and was taking a. "Did you dream, darlin?", you asked."Uh, what time is it?", I replied."It is night time, darlin, time for the naughty things", you smiled, and stroked me slowly.I tried to push your head down there, hoping for some relive, some end to this close-to-painful erection."No no, not now.", you licked your lips. "Later, maybe, if you are good"...your hand stopped."Now my darlin, what did you dream of?", you asked. I could feel you loosen the grip, your hand slid slowly away."Dont...I....", I. “Every battle is a shambles of course, but I would count Leipzig as the greatest – so far, that is!”We rode a mile in silence, each wrapt in the memories of battles in which we had been involved.Out of the blue Erzählenmann started talking about the subject I had been thinking about earlier in the journey... “You know, Colonel, I have never tumbled a married woman.”I shot him a startled look; the topic is one not often discussed between Englishmen, and certainly not with a casual acquaintance..