Mai wait krne lga kb msg aaye.Wait krte krte mai soo gya ur raat ko 1bje msg aaya unknown no se watsapp pe usmein likha tha hi.Maine turant rply kiya....hr vha se hmri normal ur naughty baate hone lgii. Baato baato mein mai apko bhabhi ka naam btana bhul gya bhabhi ka naam reena(name changed) hai.Aise hi 2 3 week nikl gye baate krne mein ur sex chat ur nudes exchange krne mein but mill nhi paa rhe the hm log.Aag dono taraf lgi hui thi but milne ka nhi ho paa rha tha.Kuch din baad uska msg aaya 2. But notwaiting, tonight. Tonight, somehow, the figure had moved closer.Perhaps waiting for Jon's extra tiredness, because now, in his slumber,despite his closed eyes and dulled senses, Jon was completely aware ofhim, and completely aware of his inability to wake his body now.Which gave the shadowy figure its chance.It moved in closer to Jon, who's awareness now was coming to - theimpossible happening, a waking nightmare. It shifted its body over hisand enveloped him in total shade. And. Involuntarily, I brought my face near her left nipple and wrapped my lips around it. She let out an “oh” sound and held my head.Then I was sucking the nipple and wavering my tongue tip rapidly on it while pressing the other boob. Her moans indicated how much she was enjoying this.After some time, I switched over to the other boobs. But just before that, I looked lovingly into her eyes and gave a quick kiss on her lips. This time, instead of pressing her other boob, I slid my hand onto her small. As I looked over the Porterfield all looked well so far. The Porterfield was the third ship outboard of the USS Prairie (a Destroyer Tender) which meant we weren’t going anywhere soon. In fact it began to look even better as the anchor windlass (the machinery that in part reels the anchor chain in) was dangling from a crane. Further aft another crane was hoisting what looked suspiciously like the ships evaporator (the machinery that converts sea water to fresh water) from the bowels of the.