I have been questioningwhether I should talk about this subject or just keep on surfing on thegood wave. But I am so curious of what is going on in Ja...k's head. Icouldn't help myself and decided to bring up the topic in thebreastfeeding cuddle time.While Jack was still sucking, he held both his manicured hands around mybreast. He had his eyes closed. While the nipple still was in hismouth, I told him that his pink nails were so nice and that he did thenail painting very well. He smiled a. She stood there, staring. My privacy meant nothing to her. That much was clear. What I didn’t understand was why my privacy suddenly meant nothing to her.“Point it down,” she murmured. “Really?”“Yeah, really,” I said.“Doesn’t it point down in the first place?”“As fascinating as this discussion is, perhaps we could continue it after I’m finished?” I suggested.“I’m sorry. You were in here so long I thought something had happened to you.”“Happened to me? What could happen to me? It’s not like I. Aur vo moan karne lagi….bur kehle lagi …. Ssssaaahhh nagda taro lodo ne maei chut ketla saras rame che. Ssssss ssaaa ahhh hhh mane evu lageche jaane tu mari chu chu chate che…. sssooohhh nagda ….. tane chodu….tato lodo mari chut ma nakhu….bhosdina.. ssss ssaaaa ahhhh .. Aur vo jor jor se moan kar rahi thi… Is tarah jor se moan ke avaz karke chudai karne ks maza hi aur hai… Because while at home koi sunega uske dar se moan nahi kar sakte… Par yaha to koi nahi tha… Hum kabhi kabhi dirty words. My eyes were squeezed so tight I saw pinpoints of colored stars. I couldn't stop myself from moaning into the pillow. My whole body shook from the pleasure sweeping from my vagina to my toes and up to the top of my head. I heard myself begging her in a loud whisper not to stop and began quivering and shaking uncontrollably. When I finally stopped shaking it seemed I had awakened from a dream. We were holding hands in a silence that was deliciously intimate. After what seemed an eternity lying.